Deborah Ashdown

When you're in pain, I will endure pain.
When you cry, I will perceive your sorrow.
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Hey what's with the sad face?
Nothing can be so sad for your beautiful face.

Share with me your sadness.
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The sun is shining, birds are singing.
The sounds of laughter, children playing.
C'mon kids, it's a beautiful morning.
Ley's go outside and play.
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When people look into my magic box, they see it is empty.
Little do they know!

It holds all my dark secrets and nightmares.
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Your fluorescence reflects through the stars at night.
Rings of regret as I think back to that sad night.
I wanted you.
I needed you.
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I am so scared, finding it hard to breath,
my heart beats so fast, I want it to stop.
I can hear your footsteps nearing my door.
I cringe, bite my nails and sob into my pillow.
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Remember mom when you shouted, smacked and made me cry?
I was a wee child of five, you were my entire life.
Still after all this time I ask you, why?
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Sweep the carpets.
Sweep bad memoirs under the carpet.
Dust away those cob-webs.
Dust where hurtful memoirs linger.
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So much distance lies between us.
Many miles of land, sea and sky.
Your memories, I cherish, I cannot lie.
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We pulled one an-others hair, scratched at each others eyes.
You got me into so much trouble with all your lies.
Moms favourite pet!
That's what I called you.
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Knock Knock on my door.
Let me in, please open your door.

I don't hear or feel your knocks of array.
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My man has a shaved, shiny bald head.
A bum to die for, squishy, am dying to bed.
Only thing is when I mount his wobbly tum.
It's like mounting a water-bed.
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Your flourescence is invisible to others.
Only I see the magical colours of your soul.
You illuminate my darkest days with love.
Your wings embrace me with so much warmth.
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As I stand and gaze at my reflection.
I see beauty beyond a saddened face.
Tears are flowing gently down.
I only sense my tears, for they are invisible.
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Duncan is a friend of mine.
Whom dissects my poems, line by line.
I don't mind critism, I don't mind praise.
Duncan my friend.
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My legacy I leave you,
will not contain finance.
My legacy I leave you,
will be in a form of romance.
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My shadow is my imaginery ego.
You secretly follow every-where I go.
My inseperable companion, my friend.
A threatening influence, a fiend.
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Aura of bright light surounds.
Charismatic, elegance,
beauty astounds.
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Your fluorescence is invisible to others.
Only I see your magical colours of your soul.
You illuminate my darkest days with love.
Your wings embrace me with so much warmth.
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Clothes are dirty, musty, too small and unfashionable.
Hair excessively long, infested, totally unmanageable.
Succulent he imbibes from his whiskey bottle.
Not a morsel insight, his hardened skin a pallid mottle.
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