The truth of me

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    The truth of me

    I told the truth
    The feelings in my heart
    My chest is caving in, because I told him what was in it
    Pain searing, eyes that just don't want to cry anymore
    Shadowing my son, but hurting because his eyes are wide open
    Every vessel bleeds
    I can't live a lie
    Love is there, but is my heart
    For once hold my hand in the worlds eyes
    Kiss me and let me feel your passion
    Does he give it freely
    Doubts, fears of a woman
    Scares that just won't fade
    My wounds are deep
    My sorrows are endless
    Free me from despair
    My arms are open wide
    Let my lungs breathe for air
    I can't believe this is happening to me
    Dreams can be better
    I need no nightmares
    Put down your claws
    Set me free
    What kind of bird has no wings
    Fright of flight
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    bitchywitch commented on The truth of me

    06-25-2009

    as in read this it took me back to the days of a violent relationship...in a vaccuum of shit..no way out of your own mind..much less the situation..you tell it girl!
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    bforibus commented on The truth of me

    06-16-2009

    this was so surreal and abstract. felt like a decleration of broken promises and pain. it had a dark essences to it and i loved the pinch that was added to this autobiography.
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    WordSlinger commented on The truth of me

    06-12-2009

    I like this, must 've been hard to wite, truth sux most of the time., I have to answer this part tho, What kind of bird has no wings?? a jail bird...:P
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    Jes

    06/12/2009

    Fucking awsome Jail bird never thought of that good stuff Smile Jes

    SuSpence commented on The truth of me

    06-05-2009

    In the meantime I invite you to continue telling me whats in your heart, I will hold your hand and keep your nightmares at bay.
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    Jes

    06/05/2009

    My heart is a criminal of fate. It hides it face. So no one can see the blood that seeps out of it. With each pump it colors the world with an image. The image of drownding on its own blood. Never gasping true air.. Some time I can't breathe

    SuSpence commented on The truth of me

    06-05-2009

    I believe you have a huge heart, and am certain you have a beautiful mind. You will find happiness once again, until that day I will pray for it. For you.
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    Jes

    06/05/2009

    Pray because my hole is deep..And happiness I think I've just givin up....HAHA My heart is to big because it's always stomped on Thanks Jes

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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