Ruth warren Poems

I see in my mind's eye, a very
precious child;
she is innocent and loving,
yet feels worthless and defiled.
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Taken over by the longing
for your gentle touch, my
soul is arched against the
lonely night, as I reach for
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Winters dream, chills me to the bone,
so nice to be by the fireplace, here
in my home. An old patchwork quilt
that Grandma made for me, so soft
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Deep within my heart of hearts,
lies a pain that freely flows;
an anguished river of ageless tears,
that I cried so long ago.
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I truly wish that you,
could see my heart inside;
But you ignore my tear's,
afraid of what you'll find.
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I don't have the heart, to tell you goodbye,
though I live in fear, each day of my life.

I can't continue this way, I'd much rather die,
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Within these four walls
of the prison I live in,
I long to escape.
Yet the windows have no bars,
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She sits all alone,
in the dark of the night.
wishing that she could,
crawl away and die.
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The anticipation begins to build,
as she slips on her black, silky dress;
She's expecting him any moment now,
and she desires to look her best.
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As tiny little tear drops
fall from my brown eyes,
I remember you
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