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  Sep 2016 Tammy M Darby
LifeBeauty13
What did I do
what did I say
what could I have said
why did you go away

I loved you more than words can give
you were amazing to me
you were so beautiful
nurturing just enough to leave me wanting

You were my hero
you were so strong
you could make me laugh tears
I loved you more than words can give

Abandonment became my world
the pain nurtured my fears
people were there only to twist the knife deeper
and increase my baggage

Family is supposed to love
I have seen their world myself
Why was I unlovable
Why did you choose selfishness over blood

I needed you,I wanted you
but someone has found me
so I want to say goodbye to all my wounds
allowing his love to carry my baggage and heal my broken heart
Love your children and take care of them.It is the most important job you'll ever have.
I cry out loud in the darkness,
Alone, I call for her to save me from this dreadful night,
To hold me in her arms and stay there till I fall peacefully into sleep,

'Oh mother! Where are you?'

I can hear my conscience scream in pain,
Horrified of the demons hiding in the shadows of objects,
And the monsters under my bed,

'I need you mother.'

Like an infant I weep,
To be heard in the other room,
But for some reason i feel so distant and unheard,

'Please come and hold me in your arms where i feel secure.'

Not a word is heard,
And just like that the storm comes,
Haunting me more and as i call out in fear,

'Mother!'

I try reaching her,
My voice echoes back,
But still no one appears,

'.'

I say no more,
Just lay back on my bed petrified,
Suddenly remembering i am no more at home, I'm all grown up!
  Sep 2016 Tammy M Darby
KTN PRL
A painting illuminated
by the moon so gracious
giving life to a distant memory
of a melancholic ingenue.

A falling angel
caught by a mortal creature,
depicted her desperation
to fix a broken picture.

For the man that defies
the line of their friendship state.
For the man that gave his all
to win her heart whatever it takes.

She will paint this subject all over again,
to express how much he means to her.
For the love she can't reciprocate in reality,
in a painting she'll transform into probability.
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