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crystal ruth Poems
Death of a loved one.
On a cold chilly night I sat and watched my one true love slowly die.
I want you to need me.
You said that I deserved better, so you told me that it was over. But I don't deserve better; I deserve you and only you.
All good things must come to an end
As we continue to grow we will learn many things and one of them is that every good thing
From time and time again you proceed to state how you expect more from me, how you expect me to reach
All I'll ever be is me.
All I'll ever be is me. I'll always be Crystal Ruth. And I'll always be the girl who they continuously pick on.
A letter to you...
For fourteen years all that I was known was that I had a mother I didn't know of.
Always sat alone. Always thought to myself. I'd never said a word. I'd never been outspoken
Two in One
As you continue to stare at me you'll see that there is only one me, but if you choose to, to dig down deeper
God has given us one face, he has given us something great that we take advantage of each day.
If there was no happiness There would be nothing to enjoy. If there was no sadness
Always The Same.
Everyday for her is always the same. All the struggles, all the pain, all the hurtful words, and all the pressure to be someone, and to be something.
Now I know
You were wrong to underestimate me. You were wrong to not have any faith in myself and my success. You were wrong to say the things you've said. You were wrong to bring me down.
Don't Live Or Forget, But Learn From The...
If you live in the past sadness will reappear. If you forget the past You can't learn from it.
24 days before Christmas
24 days before Christmas Day. 24 days of cold chilly nights. 24 days of laughter, joy, and spirit in the air. 24 days where people are a little bit nicer.
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Death of a loved one.
On a cold chilly night
I sat and watched
my one true love
Then falling from the sky
was the first snow fall
just right before
she took her last breath.
She then whispered
her last goodbye
and kissed me once more.
Not a second later
her body went cold,
no heart beat was heard,
and no more life inside her.
The angels have took her
to a better place
where she was given her wings.
(two years later)
Now I sit at her barrier
thinking of I wished
she could of lived.
So, I could hear her voice