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Tracey Anderson Jul 2013
I sit here and think about
how life is so fragile
To see past the here and now
I can only imagine
It's sad that it took something
so beautiful to fade away
For me to see that our lives are here now
and gone the next day
When you left I knew
things would never be the same
My sunshine is gone
there is no more light for the day
In my world there's only night
all I feel Is pain
All I know us grief
and all there is, is rain
When you left you know you took
a part of me with you
Nobody knows the pain
and the agony that I go through
I'm trying with all my might to deal
with the fact that you are gone
The only release that I have right now
is writing you this song...
Tracey Anderson Jul 2013
There are tears on my pillow
At times when I feel low
It's the only release
From my pain and my sorrow
From where these tears come
God only knows
He's the keeper of every single tear that flows
Tracey Anderson Jul 2013
My heart is a rose...
red with heat, pain, and passion

So delicate
so beautiful
  Once pure, white
   and as bright as the sun

Now stained by the blood of its peersĀ 
Weakened by my fears
  And withered away
   from the salt of my tears

One day a petal fell
The pain it endured
  felt too much like hell
   It's experiences were to much to tell

Alas the last petal has fallen
All that's left is a withered away stem
  That's all I have left to give

I'm sorry...
Tracey Anderson Jul 2013
Words spoken
to paint a picture
Of a life so grand
the perfect mixture
Of love, joy, peace
and happiness
The freedom to pursue
a measure of success

A life with no dissention
but only tranquility
To walk hand in hand
in a spirit of humility
To work together
to reach our goals
No longer two halfs
but finally a whole

Freedom to exercise gifts
through self expression
Never tearing down
or have bad intentions
Building up
in the spirit of love
One that's so pure
and sent from above

The ideal life
portrayed through words
But time will tell
what'll really unfurl
A simple disagreement
turns into WWIII
I got question for you
is the grass really green?

— The End —