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Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your lies will cease to hurt me
You think that you have finally won
But don't think I'll let you burn me

I'll sit and smile and make you think
I know nothing of what you do
But secretly I'll make you see
The last laugh will be on you

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your decet will hurt no more
You won't see me cry a singel tear
As I watch you walk out that door

Don't think that you can go astray
And plan on coming back
I don't believe in forgiveness 
I'd rather have a heart attack

My love for you has slowly died
I buried it today
I built a wall around my heart
To keep all men away

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can break much more
They can take your heart and leave the pieces
Shattered all over the floor

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009



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Girls Like Her

Pieces of my mirror crash to the floor
As I throw it against my bedroom door
I’m sick of seeing what I see
I know that other girl just can’t be me

She looks so ugly I’m not surprised 
To see the loneliness swimming in her eyes
That girl just doesn’t know when to quit 
And quite frankly I’m getting sick of it

From head to toe she’s just a mess
To lock her away would be for the best
I really don’t think anyone would care
If she went to her room and just stayed in there

For girls like her there is no hope
Just trying to find different ways to cope 
Girls like her don’t get the cute guy
No matter how hard they try and try

Girls like her grow old and alone
Never will there be a child in her home
She’ll die one day but no one will care 
They’ll just put her in the ground and leave her there

No one to bury her in a proper grave
Just think of all the money that they’ll save
With a nameless headstone and a coffin made of wood
Won’t even use nails though they know they should

Girls like her have no future ahead
Girls like her know their better off dead
As tears fill my eyes so thick I can hardly see
I realize that the girl in the mirror really is me

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2007

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Death

Take a knife 
Hold it to your wrist
Threaten to cut 
It’ll make them pissed.

Take a gun
Hold it to your head
Tell them soon that you’ll be dead

Take a rope
Tie it round your neck
Tell your self you’ll soon forget 

Take a match 
Light up your bed
Crawl right in
It’ll fill them with dread 

Jump into a lake
Dive right down
Hold into something
Make your self drown

Smoke some drugs
Make your self ill
And if that doesn’t work
Take a pill

On your grave
They will cry
Wondering why you had to die

But they never looked
Never cared
Never saw that you were there 

So why should you stay alive in vain
When you can stop the hurt and pain

It’s over now
You’re in the ground
Never to make a move or sound

You’ll never talk
Never speak 
Never fight
You were too weak 

This is how most lives end
Never taking the time to mend

But this life was more then what it seemed
This was the life
Of an unloved teen.

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2008

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I Have a Dream

I have a dream 
A fantasy
A way to cope 
With reality

You're not really leaving
It's only for awhile
A week or two at most
And you'll be back with a smile

You would never leave me
You know I couldn't go on
You know what you mean to me
And your feelings are just as strong

I Believe that someday
We'll have a family of our own
Life will be perfect
In our happy home

I believe in angels
And it's plain to see
I believe in angels 
And God sent you too me

 I have a dream
And it's killing me
Because I know 
It'll never be

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009

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Perfect Imperfection

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder 
And you said I was beautiful to you
But you never said when it would be over
Or how soon we would be through 

Perfection is what you’re looking for
And of course it’s plain to see 
Perfection is what you want and more
And that just can’t be me

You should take a look in the mirror
And get a good look at yourself
Maybe that will make things clearer 
Maybe you’ll see how I felt 

When you told me I wasn’t the one for you
I wasn’t the perfection that you sought 
I prayed for days that it wasn’t true 
And I wished on every star that we hadn’t fought 

But I guess my efforts were in vain
Perfection is too important to you
Though you still care for me you claim 
I guess it’s just not enough for you

You know you’re not perfect
I don’t know why you want that from me
In my eyes you were as close to perfect
As anyone could ever be 

But now I’ll be waiting for the day
When I’m good enough to be your selection 
But to me you will always be in every way
My perfect imperfection

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2007



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Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle Twinkle little star
How unfortunate you are

To sit in the ski all night and day
While other’s send wishes your way

They wish for love, fortune and fame
They wish for everyone to know their name

They wish to be tall, skinny and smart
They wish and believe in you with all their heart 

But they do not know the feelings that you have
And that sometimes you make their wishes go bad

The fact that we get to walk around feely 
Fills the stars heart with jealousy

So with a hateful stare it throws our wishes back
And with each wish thrown, the star gains a crack 

And before long the star loses its shine
And it plummets to the ground, with beauty divine

And before it hit’s the ground it grants one final wish
One for a mother, and her young daughter’s happiness 

The star makes its penance as it strikes the ground
Though through its tears it never makes a sound

‘I’m sorry’ the star cries for all the ignored wishes in the past
‘I wish I could go back and fix them’ but it’s fading fast

Its wish has been thrown back by another
Who doesn’t want to bother

As the star continues to throw them back
He starts to gain all his cracks 

So watch for the star in the ski that looks mad
And keep your wishes for another that won’t make them bad

And remember the saying that is so true
Keep it in your heart close to you

If you make a wish on a broken star 
You dreams will not make it very far

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009

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Morror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall 
Pick me up before I fall
There’s got to be a better way
To make my self through the day

Mirror mirror on the wall
Pick me up before I fall
Thoughts of him run through my head
Filling my heart with hope and dread

Mirror mirror on the wall
Pick me up before I fall 
Will he want me or turn me away
Will I make it through another day? 

Mirror mirror on the wall 
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Not me, that’s who, he turned me away 
Even though I begged him to stay 

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who will save me from my fall?
In the dark I sit all alone 
Trying to find my way home 

Mirror mirror on the wall
It’s too late to stop my fall
It’s over; my life has come to an end
My broken heart will never mend

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009

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Weep For the World

Weep for the world people
As we sit back and watch it die
Do nothing and ignore her
Pretend you can't hear her cry

Weep for the world mothers
As she claims your children
One by one she takes them
And leaves you in ruins

Weep for the world fathers
As your sons head off for war
They come back in body bags
Never knowing the freedom they fought for

Weep for the world sisters 
When your brothers don't come home
Shot down in the streets
Where in the night they choose to rome

Weep for the world brothers
As your sisters get abused
Never knowing their worth
They stay to be used

Weep for the world Familys
Look at what we have done
You can look away from it
But from the world you can't run

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2008

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To You, From Me

I hear you knock
It's three a.m.
I can't belive 
You're here again

You beg and plead me
"Baby please come back"
I don't know what
Would bring me to that

Because, you never saw me
Never knew I was there
I don't belive you
When you say you care

Cause, you left me broken
And so alone
Before I knew it
You were gone

I told you once
That I would be gone
But you didn't think 
That I was that strong

But, I took and chance
And said that I'll be aright
Now we shouldn't talk
Anymore tonight

You left me crying
A river of tears
I though the pain
Would last for years

But now I'm over you
So please do the same
So there's no more heartache
And no more pain

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2008

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Asking Love

Raise me high 
Above them all 
Hold me tight 
Don’t let me fall 

Keep me warm
Safe in your arms
Fight my fears
Keep me from harm 

Call me baby
Hold my hand 
Grant my wishes 
Make them grand 

See me for
The beauty within
Not just the outside
Look past my skin 

Look into my soul
See with your eyes
Seek all you want
I have nothing to hide

Be my shield 
Protect my heart
Please don’t let it
Fall apart   

Make me laugh
Don’t let me cry
Stay with me
Don’t say goodbye 

Promise me 
You’ll never go astray 
Because without you
I won’t make another day

Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2008

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