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Hannah Croy Poem
Little girl at six years old,
She's having problems with herself.
She looks at the ground and says she's fine,
But you can tell she's hurting when she can't even look in the eye
Of someone else.
Little girl don't you get tired,
Of staring at your feet?
You're beautiful and I admire,
How you stay so strong each & every day of the week.
Though fists and violence bring the past its just too much to bare,
Make you flench and soon you feel you wanna give up
All that you have left to spare.
Though hurtful words make your
Heart shatter.
You somehow manage to get through the rough,
When my day goes bad and i need some sunshine,
Your smile is always more than enough.
I don't wanna cry,
But I see beyond your mask,
I see the pain you hide inside.
I don't wanna cry,
Cuz I should be the one wiping tears from your eyes.
So here wil be no tears,
Escaping from my eyes.
I'm imprisoned with the sound of your voice,
Young and brave with a broken heart,
You want to be happy but they never gave you the choice.
Though pills and drugs are all you see,
You keep yourself away.
You don't wanna go down mommys path,
But truthfully you just want her to find your path and stay.
Little girl i bet you didn't know,
That I went through the same.
And when I look back at me,
I see you in a way.
And it's okay to cry,
I'll be there to dry ever tear from your eyes.
You don't have to hide,
I know the pain you feel inside.
And I promise I'll be your crutch,
Until you can walk on your own.
I'll be the arms wrapped around you,
If ever you were to fall.
And I promise,
You'll never be alone.
Little girl don't you get tired,
Of staring at your feet?
Open your pretty eyes and admire,
The beautiful world around you,
That before you didn't see.
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2012
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Some people need money,
To make them feel at home.
But there's something in little Nala's eyes,
That doesnt make me feel so alone.
Bright orange furr like a sunsets,
Such warm welcomes in her grass- green eyes.
She's chubby and cute and adventurous,
Without the flaws of hatred, mis-used skill, and lies.
She dont care what I wear, what I look like or what they think,
As long as I keep her safe and warm from those cold city streets.
Some people choose their pet or so they believe,
But I didn't choose Nala.
She Chose Me.
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2012
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Not many see,
What it is to be free.
What it is to amount,
To make every day count.
Everything has a story,
Though the place your at you say is boring.
There's more behind this rundown town.
From the highest mountian,
To the streets unfound.
Where children once played,
And by their side their parents stayed.
Where the sky may not shine as bright,
But to every darkness there's light.
Where the creature's of the world find home,
While your complaining that the air's too cold.
When you're strong, it shows,
Planing each day as it goes.
Smiling and helping whoever you can,
Instead of moping about how much you hate this land.
You can't change the way the trees sway,
You can't change what's already gone away.
But the beauty of the world can take you in,
Make you see beauty like you should have when your life began.
When you start to appreciate the little things,
Like the crickets chirping,
And the songs birds sing.
You'll find all you needed has been there all along,
Only then you'll see where happiness comes from.
If to see is to believe,
Then there's belief all around.
From the starry night sky,
To the flowers on the ground.
So many find pleasure in all the wrong things,
Humanity has overcome,
Yet still falls apart at the seams.
We're so focused in on money and gold,
Before we know it our life has no meaning,
Our skin becomes cold.
It's never too late,
And you're never too near or far.
To make the best of things,
And be happy where you are.
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2013
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I was given a heart full
Of love and forgiveness,
Though I didn't really have a choice,
I've never really spoke my mind,
I've never really had
A voice.
And every time someone made me cry,
I'd forgive them
I didn't want to
So i don't know why.
People say my heart is pure,
But its the blackest cloud I've ever seen,
No one knows the inside,
Its good to them..
It's bad to me.
Don't get me wrong
I love the good things for them that i do
I just want to feel okay
This war inside my heart,
It's what I've gotten used to.
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2011
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He burned my life right to the core,
But its not like i had much left to live for.
Your the only one who can choose this path you've chosen,
And you can't take back the words that you've already
spoken,
You can't break me...
I'm already broken.
He stuck his knife in my heart,
So deep,
But it's not like i don't know what it's like to bleed.
There's nothing to say,
This is the path I've chosen,
It's best I don't think,
About what you've already spoken
You can't break me...
I'm Already Broken
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2011
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...I thought i could trust you,
When i needed somewhere to run to.
You see,
Somehow i cant forget you,
Not after all that we've been through.
You used to bring light to my darkness,
But not anymore,
Sometimes i wish you'd come back running to my door.
But i still believe,
After every rain theres a rainbow.
After every moon theres a sun.
And i,
I still believe,
That theres a way.
I thought i could trust you,
When i had nowhere else to turn to.
We used to laugh and play,
But you said you loved me anyway.
But i still believe,
After every darkness theres a light.
After every rainy day,
Theres a rainbow,
Theres a light..
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2011
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Weak and alone,
As I follow each task.
Too much time,
Looking through the tears of an hour glass.
Looking for purpose,
In a world so humble.
My Heart, It Breaks,
My Walls, They Crumble.
Mountain to mountain,
Going up and down.
Along with the riches,
Whose being selfishly crowned.
Who is he to feed,
The hungry and the poor?
Who is she to bleed,
When a million other people come left and right,
Just to find out what they're put here for.
We're moving up one,
Then taking two steps back.
There will be many more times,
Where our lives gets all off track.
Waiting and watching,
As our world makes it's spouts.
Cursing and sobbing,
Not living any moment like it counts.
Watching people die,
From the inside, out,
As our world breaks down in heavy shakes.
The people start to scream and shout,
"I Pray The Lord My Soul To Take!!"
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2011
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I walk through the woods,
As the night falls in around me.
I don't know where I'm going,
And all i can think of is the one thing that haunts me most....
Are you really gone...I fall to the ground,
Hearing the thud beating from my chest,
And escaping out of my ears.
The howl of an owl,
Is all that guides me now.
I'll learn to fly,
And hopefully turn out to be alright.
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2011
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This world is crazy,
So many paths,
Not sure which one to go down.
But no matter how happy you could make me,
So scared I think I should be alone right now.
So many guys ask me out and I think its just a shame,
My heart keeps me on lockdown,
My minds says they're all the same.
I'm just another "pretty face",
Until the next girl comes along.
Goodbye is not something that I can take.
I've tried my heart,
I've gave it my all.
But it's just too fast how I may fall,
For all the wrong people.
I'm not my own best friend,
Too often I depend on love to cure the emptiness I feel.
But in this world now,
I doubt there's an existing love that is real.
I protect myself,
But from what? My heart can't be broken any more.
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2013
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I set here in this hospital bed,
With all this time to dread.
With all that was said...
i stop to stare
But look away instead
When will you see?
Balemia is what i am,
Balemia is what i'll be
If you cant help me no one will,
Can't you see this pain that i'm in
Its hard to let you go,
With all this time that we've spent
You walk in on me,
With my finger down my throat.
On you're words that you choked
You said you cant stand me,
And that there was nothing left to say.
Cant you see?
Balemia is what i am,
Balemia is what i'll be.
I love you for you,
Why dont you love me for me?
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2011
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