| Heathers Poetry Page 2 |
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| A Childs Voice is Heard One day long ago Not so far away I lost my hope I lost my faith It was torn away It was taken away Beaten and bruise Torn and abused Thrown away and used Lost and scared Totally unprepared For a new love The kind from Up above Shown a new way Tell the light of day All is well again Glad to be a friend Love is restored Happiness is abode Heather Canfield |
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| Beauty on the Inside She had scars on her face, she limped when she walked, everyone talked about the ugly girl with the ratty clothes But one day I sat beside her talked with her asked her name Elizabeth she said so shyly I sid why don't we get you into some dry clothes OK she said We talked and it wasn't too long till I saw the angel inside of her. She had the most beautiful wings that shined like gold and beautiful long blond hair I said why wasn't I able to see this before? She said because no one took th time to care but you Well this teaches us that beauty is on the inside. Heather Canfield |
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| Death A dream away from another day. Away from it all till it all goes away In a black hole so deep inside Where she will never be found And she can decide whether to live or to die. Heather Canfield |
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| Drugs The Breeze blew in her hair, she though about shooting up without a care. Her eyes bloodshot. Her veins all brused. She turned to this life after being abused. No one to care for her, no one to love; just a bottle of vodka and some dope to get buzzed. Heather Canfield |
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| First The pink dress the sunshine in her hair, the smile on her face the love that she shared, Her first new bike without training wheels her hair put up in ribbons and curls. Her first day of school. The first day she lost a tooth. The day of graduation, her first job. Her first new car. Daddys little girl she will always be first. Heather Canfield |
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| Grandpa You listen but you don't hear my words You think you see me but are not really sure You touch me but I am not really here For its all in your mind. I passed away long ago dear. Heather Canfield |
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| My Love I look in your eyes and I know love and I can see love, You hold me in your arms and I can feel love, You speak to me and I can hear love, but I know all of this because you are my true love. Heather Canfield |
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