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  Oct 2014 Irene Mejia
Murphy Lynne
I want to do better
I want to live life freely
Like we all were created
For freedom
Freedom from the devil's hand
Irene Mejia Oct 2014
The darkness,we can find it anywhere.
In love
In happiness
In all feelings that we have
There is going to be darkness
Sadness
Tears and broken souls.
  Oct 2014 Irene Mejia
Murphy Lynne
I don't care
If i die
Anymore
I wouldn't actually
Take my own life
I'm just not scared
Of death
Like most people are
I'm scared of living
For the rest of my life
With my thoughts controlling
Every move i make
  Oct 2014 Irene Mejia
cheryl love
To be happy
oh what a wonderful thought
I suppose we all are
in our own special way.
Is it riding in a car
on a glorious Sunday afternoon.
Leather driving gloves
creaking in the midday sun?
Walking endless miles
at the golf club
dodging clumps
scoring a hole in one.
Holding your grandchild
for the very first time.
A new life cradled in your arms
your own little grandson.
Or is it knowing in your heart
you have all you can wish for.
And to be happy with that
no more just what you have.
Happiness means everything.
  Oct 2014 Irene Mejia
cheryl love
Silently without thought
He slides his arm around her waist.
Brushing her face with his finger
Her soul feels embraced.
Nothing needs to be said
It is written across his face
The love they feel for each other
Could never be replaced.
But there is something
Buried deep inside his head
Something to which she cannot access
Something which she will always dread.
There is a frown that passes his brow
Each time he looks lovingly at her
It rings alarm bells in her mind
An emotion she would transfer.
Does he love her? I am sure that he does
He stays with her so that is clear
A shiver runs down her spine
And now she have everything to fear.
The grip tightens
She looks at him as if she’s under review.
His icy blue eyes smile and he whispers to her
“My darling, you are my life, I do love you."
But would that be enough
She looks worried and begins to shake
Nerves get the better of her
She thought about give and take.
That is part of it but it has all gone wrong
He is taking and she is giving.
He has started to sing another song
Could she be forgiving?
Is this the same man?
Where had hers gone?
She has seen another side
Now she wants to run.
But she remembers
to have His faith above
And she finds hope and feels
his desperate touch of love.
Blood-drops splatter, on the cold wood floor
as I rest my head, against the door
A painful distraction, from the hurt in my head
and another reminder, of all the times I have bled

Oh how I wish, that's what I could do
But I can't because it, would only hurt you
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