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Mysticheart Sep 2014
She loved dresses of lace,
Silk suits he adore.
She brought hers in an antique place,
He at the finest gentlemen's store.

When he first saw her she took his breath away,
She blushed when he asked for her hand.
On the dance floor they would sway,
Everyone said they looked so grand.

He knew he wanted to share her life,
She made his heart sing.
So in front of 50 people he made her his wife,
With a golden wedding ring.

Yet as with life they grew older as time flew by,
His health grew dim.
Most of the time she would sit around and cry,
Wondering how she'd ever live without him.

The day came when she awoke to find he had past in his sleep,
She thought her heart would never mend.
Until she spotted the note on the sheet,
He had written I'll miss you darling until we dance again.
Mysticheart Sep 2014
When you told me you had my back all the time,
I couldn't believe what you would say.
These idiots I thought must have lost their minds,
To ever treat family this way.

I became the laughing stock,
Of the whole family gang.
It was like I was the Pebble you the rock,
You nearly drove me insane.

Yet I learn a valuable lesson,
For all this **** you done to me.
I don't need anyone,
Especially a fake *** family.
Mysticheart Sep 2014
I can't go anywhere,
Cause you made life unsafe for me.
Do you care,
Or do you live off my misery.

You say you love me yet cause me so much pain,
Laughing behind my back.
Sadness fills my veins,
Your scars have left there tracks.

Will I ever be whole again,
Get past all you have done.
Should I stand up and stick it out til the end,
Or be a coward and run.

Know the answer I hope you do,
I won't let you keep me hidden.
I will rise you know it's true,
Run you got to be kidding.
Mysticheart Sep 2014
I love you yes okay,
This is absolutely true.
I don't care where you are how far away ,
I want to believe I do.

Every word you say to my ears,
Makes me love you more.
The things that only we share,
Make life worth living for.

Yet my mother says forget this man of mystery,
Who fills your mind with lies.
When he looks at you money is all he sees,
So all I do is dream and cry.

Yet I wrote this poem to let you know how I feel,
You'll always be a part of my heart where ever
you are.
Real not real,
Close or far

— The End —