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Kendalle Crouse Poem
I fell asleep in your arms with no worries,
I fell asleep listening to your heartbeat,
I fell asleep you your voice saying I Love You.
I woke up in your arms,
I woke up hearing your heartbeat,
I woke up to your voice.
Why can't it be that easy to
fall asleep to my eyes closing,
to my heartbeat,
to the music.
I fall asleep listening to the rain on the roof,
I fall asleep hearing the thunder clash,
I fall asleep to the sound of my cry.
My silent scream wakes me up in dead sweat,
my silent scream wakes me up in tears surrounding my pillow,
my silent scream wakes me up in worries.
I wish yesterday would come back,
so I can fall asleep in your arms;
with no worries.
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Kendalle Crouse Poem
My soul has been deteriorating
beneath the tattoo of life.
The stains have left behind
an antagonizing belief of love in my veins.
Pain is ripping at my skin,
tears are drying out my blood.
Fear is cloning a shadow
to trick my emotions,
to see an imprint of the smile I once had.
My cry is turning into
a seasonal habit of depression;
in the mind of the heart.
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Kendalle Crouse Poem
As I look into
the pool of burning fire,
I can hear
the hiss of the motionless creature inside.
I can see
the swollen embers
scortch the dark starry sky,
the miniature blazing flames
churn the face of the earth.
You can feel the weep of Mother-Nature,
as the burning coals scar her skin.
The blistering warmth catches your body.
There is no hope,
but the scar to get bigger.
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Kendalle Crouse Poem
Every day,
every night,
people grieve over innocent graves.
They cry as their tears
drop one by one,
to the ground.
They remember all the memories,
all the love that their loved one shared.
It's getting harder to believe that
they're gone.
Many people grieve over innocent graves,
because someone they loved,
was murdered.
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Kendalle Crouse Poem
I didn't want to believe it,
but I had no choice.
I couldn't stop it.
Mom,
I miss you.
What will life be like
without you?
It's going to be different.
Not being able to talk to you,
and hear your voice say
I love you,
to see you.
It's hard,
getting harder
by the minute.
Next week is Mother's Day.
I meant to say it.
I meant to say,
Happy Mother's Day.
But,
I said it too late.
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Kendalle Crouse Poem
The pain is slashing thru my heart,
cutting my veins,
and dripping blood down my spine.
My cry is getting louder;
piercing the ears of the dead,
as it entices the inner body soul
to drop out.
My eyes show the agony
of the tears I shed,
and the lurid personality
decimated my smile away.
The sanctuary of happiness
was locked in our love;
The impulse of the emotions
ambled thru our affection;
and the devotion for one another
lingered in our minds;
Until you drifted abroad,
and tore my treasure of tenderness away.
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Kendalle Crouse Poem
When I touch our minds within,
The insight to compassion reaches from pain.
We suffer with tender bodies,
with stricken knowledge that appeared gentle.
This love stands calm,
in all presence of the human readiness.
Our fretful nature,
rests toward the desire for laughter.
Yet mere infirmities invade that voice,
Such mankind mourns for loving hearts
Beyond those intellectual conclusions.
Much will comfort the bodily emotions.
The returned love,
leads to the power of our sensitive souls.
And the command of hate,
Depart our bodies.
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