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Warren Feb 2019
Her tiny little face,
So innocent and gentle,
So close to being free,
To being alive.
Perfect little fingers and perfect little toes,
My whole life through a moment in her eyes.
Too beautiful for me,
Too precious to let be,
A glimpse of what could be for me to know,
Now I know I can’t stay here,
Suddenly it’s all so clear,
She needs me,
I have no choice,
I have to go.
Warren Feb 2019
Her denial is her armour and she wears it brazenly,
She hides in silence just behind your smile,
She ebbs away day after day until there’s nothing left,
Then you realise that your mind has been defiled.

wM
Warren Feb 2019
If I close my eyes and feel a breeze does that mean you are near ,
Do you hide inside my farthest dreams,
Or echo in my tear ,
Do you see me living out my life ,
The father I've become ,
The father that I am to you ,
Though never quite begun ,

I picture how you might of looked ,
I think of how you'd be -
The traits within your character that bond you back to me.

If somewhere somehow here or there ,
You see the thoughts I own ,
That tell you though we've never met -
You've never been alone .
That tell if I could cross time I'd come to where you dance ,
See I never knew that you were here -
I never had the chance.

Not in this world , not at this time -
Your eyes were not to see ,
Your weren't to walk upon this land -
Your life was not to be -

But If there is a place beyond ,
Where time stands still and worries cease ,
A place your spirit watches from ,
A place of innocence and peace .

Then guide me when my time here's done ,
Illuminate my way.
For a daddy's hug is everything -
And yours is waiting till that day.
Warren Feb 2019
He has left his touch ,
I know this much by the vacant stares they posses .
He has since passed through ,
And his evil too with the curses I loathe and detest.

His reign will not end ,
Until he’s condemned and all that he seeks is wiped out ,
All pure is consumed ,
Savaged and ruined
Left to rot without doubt.

The stench that remains ,
Drives a stake through the pain ,
To remind of the torture that's been ,
Felt but not touched ,
Though tasted too much ,
So alive - it'll never be seen

For hope cannot thrive ,
If there's no hope alive ,
Nothing but dark destitution ,
Your spells here won't work ,
On the demons that lurk ,
For this is our last retribution.
Warren Feb 2019
He’s not your friend he just pretends,
He just wants to keep you close.
He tricks your mind to keep you blind but what he’s doing to you is gross.
He rules your heart and triggers fear,
He’s a wall so thick and strong.
But the more he fights to keep you in the more he’s doing you wrong.
You that’s endured,
You that’s ensured your fight has not been in vain,
This first step is the hardest and it offers the most pain.
In the back of your mind you know you will find a peace that your scared to believe,
A freedom you’ve lived without for so long that it’s a struggle to truly conceive,
It’s there and it’s true, for me and for you,
It’s your choice, it’s your glorious right,
A life that is free from addiction and pain,
A life that burns beautifully bright.
Warren Feb 2019
I need to get out of my head,
Go to bed,
Stop thinking about what’s already been said,
I need to learn to move on,
Nothings wrong,
Stop making a second seem so long.
I need to not analyse it all,
Every call,
Stop looking for something to fall.
I need to stop writing these rhymes,
All the time,
As if writing will give me a sign,
I just need to get out of my head.
Warren Feb 2019
He that yearns for fulfilment of life must first live a life of contribution,
For how can a cup be filled before it is emptied.
Only the endeavour of time to come allows for the acceptance of time past.
Thus, we must do before we are done.

wM
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