Ruth warren

Rookie (5/4/1973 / LONDON)

Ruth warren Poems

1. Pain 3/22/2006
2. Ten Roses 3/26/2006
3. Alone So Alone 3/27/2006
4. This Little Girl 3/4/2006
5. Just A Girl 3/10/2006
6. Angel In Disguise 4/14/2006
7. Against The Wall 3/25/2006
8. Words Of A Poet 4/2/2006
9. Who Can Stop The Rain 8/10/2006
10. I'M A Fucking Mess 3/22/2006
11. Depression 4/4/2006
12. You Scare Me 3/4/2006
13. You Have An Angel Now 4/17/2006
14. To Dance With My Daughter 4/17/2006
15. The Black Widow 4/10/2006
16. My Heart - The Sign Reads - Closed 4/8/2006
17. Darkness 3/4/2006
18. Little Voice In My Head 3/9/2006
19. Confession 3/22/2006
20. You Bring Heaven To My Eyes 3/27/2006
21. If I Could I Would 3/27/2006
22. You Did That For Me 3/22/2006
23. Who Will Soothe My Pain 3/25/2006
24. Go To Sleep My Child Of Grace 8/10/2006
25. Worthless 3/25/2006
26. You Are Never Alone 3/25/2006
27. Under A Citrine Sun 5/14/2006
28. Where Do I Go From Here 3/26/2006
29. Rolling Thunder 4/17/2006
30. Dark Skies 4/10/2006
31. An Ocean Of Tears 4/12/2006
32. Old Tattered Angel 5/14/2006
33. To Spend Forever 3/19/2006
34. A Little Heart Filled With Hope 6/1/2006
35. My Third Little Angel 4/8/2006
36. Please Look At Me 4/10/2006
37. Your Destiny 3/26/2006
38. These Wings 3/27/2006
39. Safe And Secure Within My Wings 3/27/2006
40. To Night I'Ve Got The Blues 3/27/2006
Best Poem of Ruth warren

Pain

Pain stuffed inside of me
Can't let anyone near me
Can't let anyone see the real me
Can't let anyone even hug me

All this pain that's held in me
Why can't anyone see the real me
Why can't anyone help me
Why can't someone just hold me

All this pain that's eating me
Can't let go of the pain in me
Can't get this pain from me
Can't get this pain out of me

When will the pain stop hurting me
Why can't I just feel me
Why can't I just be me
Why can't someone take this pain from me

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This Little Girl

She huddles against the dirty wall
hugging it ever so tight;
hopeing that he will choose not to do
the things, he did last night.

Her breathing is ever so shallow
no signs of life in her.
A technique she's developed with perfection,
to guard her twisted world.

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