Ruth warren Poems
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For every tear you cry,
I cry a hundred thousand more,
I'll give you ten roses,
For everything you're fighting for.
The first will be a red rose,
For courage and for health,
The second a bright yellow rose,
For gaining all life's wealth,
The third will be a soft pink rose,
So you may be happy in love,
The fourth will be a white rose,
Brought by a turtledove,
The fifth will be an orange rose,
To give you back your fire,
The sixth will be a deep pink rose,
So you may have what you desire,
The seventh ...
This Little Girl
She huddles against the dirty wall
hugging it ever so tight;
hopeing that he will choose not to do
the things, he did last night.
Her breathing is ever so shallow
no signs of life in her.
A technique she's developed with perfection,
to guard her twisted world.