Faces

I am a simple Soul
I do not ask for much
Been good to others, have a mothers touch

Honest and kind

is now so hard to find

yet wherever i go they follow
they make me sad,feel sorrow feel bad

I made those mistakes
they refuse go away
Maybe ill be-able to forget someday

Why do i deserve this cruel mental torture
surely i have been hurt enough in the past?

All i ask is to be happy
I don't want money or material things

Just a genuine smile and some wind beneath my wings

Yet at every corner i turn i see a face
That takes me back to a awful place

Please let me breathe now
i am tired and old

want my last years of life with a happy story to be told.
no more tears no more ghosts
All i want is loving cuddles,that is what i need the most.

Stephanie Davies.
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