Can I have a minute of your time, to reflex on our past,
I'm all grown now, so I bet you saying I grew up fast.
At a point in my life, I feel we don't talk like we should,
I'm not mad at you, I know you did the best you could.
As a child, I wanted to the love you hid in your heart,
But I honestly appreciate the fact, that we were never apart.
The questions I have you might care not to answer but I'll ask
Why was I not hidden from life, at least until the storm past?
How you say you miss me, when you never knew I was here?
Never saw my face, all the nights laid awake shedding tears.
You told me you loved me, but would not give me your name
Was it that you did not want me to grow up the same?
Didn't you know I wanted to be like you, no different?
Everyday I studied your word, to find out what you meant.
From birth, it was life lessons, were I had to teach myself
Were you telling me, that I must trust my right and left?
A man now, I stand on my own, now histroy will begin
Rewrite the lost chapters, tell it to those born into sin.
Don't think I love you less, because of the words I say
I was selfish for wanting better, when you best you gave.
Begones be begones, I only hope that they are truly gone.
We both were granted new leases on life so, let's move on.
When heaven gates open I'll take your place, that's what JESUS would do
You can have my angels to remember my face, Just KNOW I LOVE YOU.............
PHIRE
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2b2b2 says: Beautiful piece....thanks for sharing.....ONE |
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DallasCowgirl says: Inspirational |
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The Immortal Wize says: Speechless, this is so inspirational, thank you for sharing. |
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PHIRE says: @wize Dom glad you got something from it...Thanks everyone for noticing.. |
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HardKnocksHolding on to the game as time has passed bye... The pain hidden inside from the tears that didn't cry... Upon these shoulders, over time, the blame should be placed... One on one with the mirror reality can not face... Believed in change, refusing... To let go of a dream... Depths of the heart the game is kept, though it does not seem Losing the game,a thought, waiting on the future to reveal Passed obstacles in the past, a present presently pressing to live To love the ... |
DIRECTIONEvery poem tells a story, every story tells a tale; A tale of a life, a life of living hell. |
DIRECTIONEvery poem tells a story, every story tells a tale; A tale of a life, a life of living hell. |
Three StonesHaving hatred in my heart, faced with the dilemma to let it show |
Dear DadCan I have a minute of your time, to reflex on our past, |
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Now or LaterTHERE SHE IS STARING INTO THE MIRROR, THINKING OVER HER LIFE QUESTIONING HER DECISION, WAS SHE TRULY READY TO BE A WIFE SHE TELLS HERSELF YES, TO ACCEPT WHAT IS TO COME BUT ALL SHE'S LEFT WITH IS NOTHING, TO TAKE NOTHING FROM SO SHE TURNS OUT THE LIGHT, TO HIDE A FACE OF SHAME HER CONSCIENCE IS STEADY ASSURING HER, SHE IS NOT TO BLAME AS SHE WALKS OUT THE DOOR, EXPOSING HERSELF TO THE WORLD THOUGHTS BEGIN TO SETTLE, SHE IS NO LONGER THAT LITTLE GIRL THAT LITTLE GIRL WHO CARRIED A SMILE, WHICH NO ONE COULD HIDE HAS NOW BECAME A WOMAN, STEPPING OUT FROM INSIDE SHE HAS DECIDED TO MAKE A CHANGE, THOUGH CHANGE IS OFTEN HARD WHILE GOING DOWN ON HER KNEES, SHE GAVE IT ALL TO THE LORD NOW LOOKING IN THE MIRROR, THROUGH THE EYES OF THE CHILD WITHIN SHE WITNESSES THE BEAUTY SHE HID, HERSELF SHE MUST BEFRIEND ALL THE PAIN IS BEHIDE HER AND TO HERSELF SHE WILL CATER SHE CHOSE TO DO IT NOW THIS TIME, RATHER THAN WAIT TIL LATER. |