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watched him slip away .

I did love him you know
Through the tears and the hate

Begging him to bleed for my soul
The way mine bleed for his

It was never his pieces broken
Mine were never whole

I pleaded him to die for me
To even shed a tear

I was already dead
Banished here

He was creating hell
Confining me near

He never touched me
With the tenderness he should

I merely loved him
As much as a broken heart could

I left him to his demons
As i watched him slip away

I think about the hell i suffered
From his tormenting ways

I pleaded him too weep
Sorrow's tears within his eyes

He payed no attention
to my heartbroken cries

He wished to escape
To fly somewhere high

Leaving me behind
To die further inside

I see him often
he looks so confused

I'm sure he isn't an angel
He has no wings to use

Never escaping from that hell
He created for himself

I pleaded him to die for me
To even shed a tear

He is still creating hell
Confining himself here

He wished so hard to escape
To fly somewhere high

He is his own demon
He has no wings to fly

Only if he had a soul
Or even a tear
To cry.

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Tony Taylor

Wow Big Sis!!.........compelling...........sad.............lovely.............so proud of your stuff lately.......and I've been enjoying hearing you read aloud on FB..........this poem is powerful sister girl.!!........well done...........smiles......T xx

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Nardine Sanderson

Heya my sweet brother tony, thanks heaps sweetie pie, I'm getting the hang of reciting on video, nothing to fear as they say, I'm planning to post more this evening, if my little angels are in bed early enough, I've recorded the others at about 1am due to heavy work loads here and noisy children hehe,i find I'm more relaxed after midnight lol, thanks again lots of love your sis nardine xoxo

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