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Roses are red violets are blue
so is your face when i'm done with you!
Addicting
Inside of me
Painful
Makes me happy
Messes with my head  
Can't stop thinking about it
Always wanting it
But, one day it's gone
I feel lost, doing anything to bring that special feeling back
I can't get my mind to stop thinking about it.
Then I think back to how it all got started, & it all began with "Hello nice to meet you"
( written by my sister, shared with permission from the author)
  
                      He Lives Within                              
                                        
Within my heart there is a place,
Where love is always found.
The place is where my savior lives,
No matter where I am bound.
His name is Jesus and his face,
I someday yearn to see .
Jesus came for you, and me,
from sin to set us free.
Reach out for His loving hand,
and though your knees are weak,
He'll help you stand.
Look into His loving gaze,
He is with you through all your days.
And when He gently whispers your name,
You will never be the same.
This poem was written by my sister Cathy and appeared in the October 2015 , Sr. Perspective, River edition newspaper in the Poets Corner section. I am delighted that she let me share this with all my Hello Poetry friends.
Its so cold in here and so dark.
We used to be best friends I remember.
We’d play all day and sleep all through the night.
But one day you put me in a box.
I thought we were just moving again which we were….
I just wasn't going with you.
I heard a door slam.
I've been in this eternal darkness since.
I count the days hoping you’ll be back
Its been 4 years.
I'm still in this box.
There's so much dust.
The others just sleep and don’t care.
But i miss you.
I hear the door open.
Then i hear your voice.
My little heart pounds for joy.
I see light and feel warmth.
Its you my best friend again.
But it was only a second.
Then i ended up in a different box…
The door closes and here i am.
In eternal darkness.
Alone.
Again.
Come back soon , old friend.
This is about my stuffed animals stuck in my storage. Its been 5 years since I've seen them. This poem was influenced by toy story 3 and how they though Andy was getting rid of them.
being a girl
is feeling more comfortable
leaving your purse
or coat
or phone
with someone when you need to use the bathroom
than you feel with leaving
your drink

being a girl
means being cat called
and having to accept it
it means only feeling comfortable
with your boyfriend
or dad
by your side

being a girl
is insecurity
in being anywhere
without protection
because we are prey

right or wrong
it's the truth
and I live it every day
i sometimes write about who u are..
i create your beauty..
i color your eyes..
i add music to your soul..
i make you cry..

i sometimes write about how u make me feel..
i feel in love..
i feel ashamed..
i feel the need to need you..
i feel the need to let you go..

i sometimes write about how we can start all over..
i start with hello my name is...
i start with a smile..
i start with a dream..
i start to write about u again..
Whenever I want.
should u ever see me under the light of the night..
hear my song through the darkness and silver glow..
hold my phantom hand in this place of remembrance..
know that I have never given up on you..
i am still trying..
Ghost and Phantoms
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