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Can you please take me to the tree?
Fallen, broken, perfect for me.
Where I looked into your eyes
and gained understanding
Your arm protecting me against
cold and rain
Your protective stance kept me safe from harm,
We sat cheek to cheek in a created calm.
You asked me plainly about
my treacherous past
I knew I felt safe with you
and told you my story
The three hours followed and the rain fell down
As time past, I dreaded the walk back to town.
We stood close together facing
your nerves were shown
I smiled, my arms around your neck
staring in your eyes
You dropped your head, I lifted it up
To keep my brave plan
I lent in... to give... to receive...
a kiss.
Everything changed
My rhythms stopped
All I saw was you,
And the pain... a mystery.
Can you please take me back to the tree?
Fallen, broken,
...perfect for me.
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Take the Pain Away
My heart longs for you, O Father.
I long to feel Thy warm embrace.
Wrap Your arms around me.
Comfort my wounded soul.
Wipe my tears away.
Tell me, "Everything will be alright".
Please, come back to me.
Come back to me and make the pain go away.
Do not leave me alone any longer.
Do not let me suffer any more.
I want you.
I need You.
Come back, father.
Come back.
Heal my wounded soul.
Mend my broken heart.
Fill me with Thy love.
Take the pain away.
For i cannot bear it much longer.
The hurt cuts too deep.
The tears submerge me in sorrow.
The anguish eats at my soul.
All joy seems to fade away . . .
as i realize i'm alone.
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Take It All Away.
There’s a tear between each smile and a fracture on my heart
And a thousand feelings breaking me and tearing me apart
Knowing when it’s over I may lose my sanity
Embrace the mess I am and the storm inside of me
In the dark I have a chance to fight away my problems
To ignore them all away instead of trying to solve them
All I saw when I looked back was a mass of insecurity
Laying waste to who I am and ripping at the seam
Lowering my already non-existent self-esteem
And I couldn’t help admitting I’m a self-made failure
Walking a broken path as a second-hand savior
And it all adds up to nothing; me in a nutshell
Yankin
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Bag Of Dreams
I once knew a boy
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
And heaved
Until finally
He'd leave
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
This boy
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
So mellifluous
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And
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This poem is based on my first date with my long term boyfriend, ~SalvationSeeker last year, on Christmas Eve.
Happy 7 Months my love :3
Lani,*ASuicidalPoet xo
Happy 7 Months my love :3
Lani,*ASuicidalPoet xo
© 2013 - 2024 AOnceSuicidalPoet
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