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A crime called Happiness

Poetry By: SelfDestructiveDesperation

This is about my mother and i how i feel about her at this point in life. Please tell me if you can relate to this. I feel completly alone on this issue.

Submitted:Feb 22, 2007    Reads: 97    Comments: 6    Likes: 0   

Your heart filled with anger

Your eyes, furious tears

I am your "gift sent from above"

the one you promised always to love

Yet, gifts loose their value over time

And with perfection, comes an experation date

Happiness is but a few moments to late

Not as close as we once were

And life stops for no one

Perfection's experation date remains the same

She is to "God" just another silly game

Devils bruise this fragile heart of mine

And with each scream growing louder, time draws a thicker line

A line between love

A line between hate

Is there no one to whom I can relate?

hiding behind her veil of happiness is a mask of sorrow and grief

Her holy bible ,which she holds so dear, has brought her no relief

Only tucks away the pain to be remembered at a later time

Thus, to show the face behind the mask would be the perfect crime...


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