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Sounds like someone downstairs, creeping through my house,
Tiptoeing up the stairs, quiet as a mouse.
They reach my bedroom door, intend to take my life,
They grip the handle before taking out a knife.
...
Thump. And she falls.
Gracefully at first.
Faster. Faster until she
thuds upon the mud,
...
God saw that you were suffering,
And there was no cure to be.
So He took you in His caring hands,
And whispered 'Come to me.'
...
The snow is falling heavily, and yet you are lost.
I have looked miles and miles, and yet you are lost.
We have tried to find you, and yet you are lost.
I have stayed up all night, and yet you are lost.
...
I wake and let a yawning sigh,
The day is dull, clouds in the sky.
With wind in my hair, I set off for work,
From nine till five as an office clerk.
...
I like to walk in the rain
because nobody knows
that I'm crying.
My sorrowful soul fills with water
...
You came into my life and cared for me,
And loved me wholly till the day you died.
Then God came down to save and set you free,
But when you left I woke all night and cried.
...
I saw you standing, staring at the sky,
The stars and moon, shining bright.
You turned and stared, with your burning eyes,
Whispered words to me, that were only for me to hear.
...
Without you here by my side,
I felt as though my heart had died.
Everyday my world turned black,
I never thought I'd get you back.
...
My heart is made of ice
And it's been chipped away
The very soul of who I am
You stole and threw away
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I am 19... I LOVE writing. I have always had a passion for writing since I was very young. My cousin is a fantastic poet and she inspired me to start writing my own. I've always got my nose in a book and it's difficult to get me to put them down for anything less than a good cup of coffee. :))
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Intruder
Sounds like someone downstairs, creeping through my house,
Tiptoeing up the stairs, quiet as a mouse.
They reach my bedroom door, intend to take my life,
They grip the handle before taking out a knife.
Easing into my abode, they see me in my bed,
They're planning how to kill me, how to stop me dead.
They approach my bedside and hold up the blade,
And plunge it deep into my chest, the slightest bit unswayed.
I wake to see the burglar and the bloody show,
And try to call my father as my heart begins to slow.
They back away and know I'm beat,
But stop when they reach my feet.
With yellow hands they lower their hood,
Almost seizing my flow of blood.
Can it be? It can't! You're dead!
I buried you. The tears I shed.
The sickly face you bear reminds me of the truth,
And I recall the day you died, the day I hit the roof.
I questioned your love for me, as you ran to God so fast,
I knew our bond just couldn't last.
That was the day you fled, and went to your new life,
The day I felt my heart snap, like a stabbing from a knife.
I never wanted you to leave, I love you still today,
And although I know you love me, I'll never hear you say.
So goodbye seems to be in order, I'll say my peace and leave,
Until we meet again Mother, I love you but I shall not grieve.
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