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some old poems...

darkrose29

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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:25 pm

The Foster Child's Song
Mama, don't you love me?
Daddy, don't you care?
Won't you ever hold me
Or even just be there?
You say I am your daughter,
But the you never show.
Mama, Daddy, please don't-
Don't hurt me anymore.

Unless
Don't hold me unless you mean it-
Don't kiss me unless you love me-
Don't take my hand and hold it
Unless you mean to be there for me!
Don't cause me anymore pain-
My heart can't take one more break!
Don't hold me unless you mean it-
Don't kiss me unless you love me-
Don't say I love you
Unless it's true.

You or Me
I don't want to be dealt a hand of lies.
I don't want his feelings in disguise.
I just want to know the truth-
Was I played for the fool?
Does he love me
Or does he love you?
Does he love you?
Do I hold his heart in my hands,
Or does it belong to you?
Does it belong to you?
He might be here with me
But he keeps looking at you,
And you're looking at him too.
You're looking at him too.

Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 1:22 pm

Blood and Tears
Tears and pain
Is all I have
To show
For all these tears-
Bloody rain
Is all I know,
Pouring from my veins.
No love-
No happiness-
No friends
Or family
Or giddy bliss.
A child of fate
Who's lost her way
Is what I am today.
The stars-
They never smile
Down on me
And fates true grace
I will never see-
Lost in a wilderness
Of bitter hate,
Unable to find
A single way
To end this
Horrible-
Terrible-
Pain.

San Francisco
The grass is always green in San Francisco,
With the pine trees blowing in the wind.
The grass is always green in San Fransisco,
That place of sun and happiness.

The grass is always green in San Francisco.
My lonely heart just wants to roam
Back to the green grass of San Francisco,
Back to the place that I called home.

I left my heart in San Francisco,
With fields of green and sun so gold.
I left my heart in San Francisco-
That place of fond memories so old.

I left my heart in San Fransisco.
I left my loving life of old
Back with my heart in San Francisco-
It is too bad you can't go home.

Lady Anne
Lady Anne was no lady born,
That ill-favored daughter of Thomas.
Born without beauty or grace or charm,
Her intellect she was prided.
Maid to the Queen of France she was,
But queen she was to become.
Ruling by King Henry's side,
Queen Catherine then was outed.
Doomed she was to die to soon,
She and her brother also.
Doomed to die by swordsman's axe,
For a daughter she bore the King.

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