helena masiello

have ever you remember the years
of happiness masked in unending jeers
of onlooker scorn who want what is found
inside yet are souls wrought from the ground
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Once I was told to look at a rose
and tell a story that everyone knows
and never did pain yet cross my mind
for darkness and gloom was far far behind
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there are times for sorrow
times to mourn loss
times to yet horrow
in life as a toss
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if ever i sorrow which i shall
i vow to never allow to pale
for falling of grace is yet a plunge
the eyes that condemn deepen the lunge
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times pass in dreary drought
moments slip through finger clout
and freezing ice is warm to feel
while all thats white is all thats real
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I have done it now
killed the loving trust
a husband grants his wife
I've lied and so I must
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has ever the pain i feel been said
im sure a thousand would turn there heads
for those extend there worlds of glee
and look around but never see
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I've never grieved
though pained i have been
a symbol of strength
i like to pretend
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