Miss Poetess Poems

I believe.
I believe that He was born for me.
I believe that He forgave me long ago.
I believe.
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The Rumor Mill
The Rumor Mill
yes, it's reared it's ugly face.
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There comes a time and place
when all we have done
will show its face.
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Pictures, pictures everywhere
are all the images I see.
What we made are beautiful,
precious little ones indeed.
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Empty boxes
subtle nuances
always remind me
of you.
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Who I am and who I will never become.
That is the statement poised to me this day.
I have become so hateful to myself,
there really isn't much else to say.
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A newly created crayon
sits innocently on the floor.
It is the brand new color that
my children have learned to explore.
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Knowing to move, or just to sway
was the emotion poised to me this day.
Feelings new and almost surreal,
allowed my heart to stay.
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The cuts I made will turn into scars.
Pain and remorse into guilt.
Not knowing which of these is worse,
what I did, or how those I hurt felt.
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No one to say 'Goodnight Sweet Girl, '
no one to hold me tight.
No one to close the window blinds,
and shut out all the light.
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