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Ruth warren Poems
Pain stuffed inside of me Can't let anyone near me Can't let anyone see the real me Can't let anyone even hug me
For every tear you cry, I cry a hundred thousand more, I'll give you ten roses,
Alone So Alone
I hang my head in my burning palms, tears sting against my soul, searching for the calm. Heartaches like never before, broken, so lonely and torn.
Just A Girl
I'm just a girl, a hopeless case. Living in the world a familier place. I'm just a girl, with tears in her eyes.
This Little Girl
She huddles against the dirty wall hugging it ever so tight; hopeing that he will choose not to do the things, he did last night.
Angel In Disguise
You're my angel in disguise You read my soul with your eyes Your spirit has entered my heart And it's my hope we never part
Against The Wall
Her Mother is in the kitchen, whistling a happy tune; but a frown appears upon her face, when the child enters the room.
Words of a poet
With a few well placed words I can sweep you off of your feet
Who Can Stop The Rain
Huddled in a corner, her eyes opened wide; sits a little girl, trying to hide.
Depression envelopes my being, its' tenticles wrapped tightly around, my mind and heart, dark and confused, as it pulls me towards the ground.
I'm A Fucking Mess
Four o'clock in the morning Afraid to open my eyes Another day of grief, A day of fear.
You Have An Angel Now
You have an angel now, to hold you when you are lonely, to wipe the tears when you cry, your beautiful Mom, your loving angel, now lives with God beyond the blue sky.
You Scare Me
Here i am wondering what to do. Wondering just exactly how i feel about you. (You scare me) Testing the water before i jump in
Little Voice In My Head
I sit alone in my room It was as dark as a tomb. I listen to the radio blare While rocking in my chair
Comments about Ruth warren
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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Pain stuffed inside of me
Can't let anyone near me
Can't let anyone see the real me
Can't let anyone even hug me
All this pain that's held in me
Why can't anyone see the real me
Why can't anyone help me
Why can't someone just hold me
All this pain that's eating me
Can't let go of the pain in me
Can't get this pain from me
Can't get this pain out of me
When will the pain stop hurting me
Why can't I just feel me
Why can't I just be me
Why can't someone take this pain from me