teri bronte Poems

Do I dare love again?
Oh I want to...he's so wonderful; he listen's to me; he says he care's; he want's me with him.

Love hurt's I remember some of it...at least it hurt me.
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You wanted me..I wanted you..
I had no respect for myself; if you said do this or do that..I did.
Why must it come to this? Why can't I stand up for myself?
I watch outside the window..and see the waves hit the shore;
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You did a good job on me.
You had me fooled at every corner.
You did all the talking and I agreed.
No more will I listen to your lie's.
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Who is the man with little grey hair
Who is the man, wearing away and nobody cares
Who is the man with very bad eyes
Who is the man who gives out sighs
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He sing's to my soul;
He makes me weak in my knee's;
He see's inside of me,
He let's me be me.
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How do you get over someone you fell in love with and gave your mind heart and soul to?
Do you say 'You were all to me' but, 'now your nothing'...
Do you forget how much you loved that person and gave your all.. your trust.. just to have it all taken away..?
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As long as i can remember i have not know true love.
I met you and love is knocking at the back door of my mind.
Do i dare..think for one moment it could be true?
That i could possiblely be in love?
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I met you one day and you were so gentle in your conversation...
You didnt rush me..You asked me about myself like you were interested..
You made me feel lovely and wanted for myself..
Is it possible you could really want me?
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Why go about with your eyes open wide and exposed for all to see: you look back and fall in the wiles of the evil ones..the one's that play you for all their glory and make you do all their biddding while they are interested in you... but, remember there comes the day they throw you aside.

Wear only blinder's so you might see only what is in front of you and you can stop and look down to let the evil pass; for only with the blinder's are you safe from them.
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All is well, all is done, I will not look back for there is no use in suffering anymore.

I have played the fool long enough.
Love is not to be or come my way, maybe a friend will appear to me one day.
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