RosaLee Marybeth

Soul why do you cry out?
In the depth of despair you don't even care-
even if they dare to speak to you...
dare to talk, walk, and share the breath of fresh air with you.
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“I’m pushing up daisies, but I wish they were roses.”
I am a doormat, and everyone knows it.
The pain I’ve felt through the years.
The pain I’ve dealt with has caused me fear.
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I look at you...
I look at you in the mirror and say to myself 'what happened? '
'Why are you the way you are? '
The image speaks back I just can't hear the words.
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My little one. My little one, where have you gone?
You have left the flock, and you say your too far gone.
My little one. My little one, where are you now?
You say life isn't easy, but neither was my crown.
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The flowing, twisting, murky ways of a river flowing of an eternal grace.
Healing powers drench the desert heart until you feel as if you are falling apart.
The rain pours down your distorted face and melts until you can see the grace.
It keeps on falling.
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Deep in the dark of night
creeps the stalker of the high
Consuming all who pay the toll
Leaving you with a gaping hole
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Shame and Pain
fall down like rain
drenching the soul of another Insane

Falling, bawling
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The Girl left alone
no one for comfort
no where to call home
She is tattered and torn
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Do I, or don't I?
All I can do is just cry,
and be terrified.
Terrified of the lies you told.
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table top
bangled up
who lost the key?
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cuts
burns
bruises
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