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Lisa Grove Poem
Where ever you are, whatever you are doing, are you thinking of me?
Do you long for my touch the way I long for yours?
Do you miss the sweet little nothings I would whisper in you ear? Don't you miss the
sweet kisses behind my soft lips?
Can you see me in your dreams? Do you wake up calling out my name the same way I call out
for you?
When you close your eyes, can you see me just as if I were standing right there? Almost
as if you could touch me if you would just reach out?
Do you hear my voice in you mind? Don't you hear me scream for you? Can't you hear my
heart crying as it breaks for you?
Copyright © Lisa Grove | Year Posted 2010
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Lisa Grove Poem
Where is the one I fell in love with,
Where is the one that my soul aches for?
Where is the spark that lit our fire,
Where is the one who holds the key?
I know where he is, where he stands,
and I want to be there where he is.
But does he even want me to be there,
right by his side and there to take his hand?
Does he want to walk with me into the future,
or will he take the road ahead alone without me?
I cannot take my road alone,
only he holds the map to lead the way.
He is the flame that lights my path,
and the hand that leads to my destiny.
Copyright © Lisa Grove | Year Posted 2010
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Lisa Grove Poem
Where I come from you wouldn't figure,
I could be the person that I have become.
My childhood was never spent needing,
and physical abuse there was none.
My mother would never tell me no,
with my father I had to earn all of it.
Manipulation was learned very young,
and respect was not something I saw fit.
Just a rebellious teenager they said,
not knowing of the raging war inside.
Mentally stuck in that one state of mind,
emotionally broken I pushed everything aside.
I dare not let them see my confusion,
They couldn't possibly understand why.
So family was pushed even further away,
and I began to self medicate by getting high.
I had always known that I was a little different,
the family characteristics I did not possess.
Affection was something similar to scarce,
feeling cast out I was in emotional distress.
Afraid of really letting anyone get too close,
the word failure I wouldn't dare say aloud.
I was never quite as the expected me to be,
but all I ever wanted was to make them proud.
For so long all I could do was run and hide,
I could have just opened up and spoke my mind.
Maybe if I had only known the true meaning,
and just realized that real love is blind.
A mother and father's love is very pure,
always unconditional and alike no other.
Families are forever and never judging,
seek their protection and in it you will find cover.
Copyright © Lisa Grove | Year Posted 2010
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Lisa Grove Poem
Broken is the path that I have walked,
lost are the things that I never really had.
Broken are the dreams that still remain,
wrong are the ways I had been living.
Broken was the heart of such a lost soul,
changed is the life of the willing person.
Broken are the thoughts I no longer have,
healed is the wound that left such a scar.
Copyright © Lisa Grove | Year Posted 2010
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