Poetry

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There she goes
Walkin out the door
Pretty as a rose
Who's she angry for

I love her deeply
I feel secrets in her head
Suppressed and sleepy
Inhibition....Dead

All my words and love
Can't seem to heal her wounds
O help me God
before this relationship ruins

I feel helpless before her wrath
I want to sooth her
Make her soak your loving bath
Im not trying to use her

There she goes
Walkin out the door again
As pretty as a rose
But talkin to no one

Open her eyes lord
I am here to help
I am not perfect lord
And fear I have not felt

Your love in ours
And Understanding

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