I promise

I promise to stay with you no matter how tired you are.

I promise to hold you while you weep

I promise your secrets to keep.

I promise to be here for you if you want

I promise you are no too deep for me.

I promise I will help you find a way out

I promise I will help you find the path again.

But will you promise me what I have promised you?

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Tell Them

Tell them how you feel.

Tell them that you love them.

Tell them that you want to be with them.

Tell them that you want to live with them.

Tell them of your dreams with them.

Tell them your fears.

Tell them of your nervousness.

Tell them how you feel,

and find out,

find out how they feel.

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Another Year.

Another year has almost come and gone.

So the start of a new dawn.

I wander down many a lonely path.

thinking of the years without wrath.

Looking for what I do not have.

Letting my frustration halve.

Looking forward to a new year

that will blossom with good cheer.

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Doing Laundry

Doing laundry

is like having

unprotected sex.

You never quite know

till after it is done

how things come out.

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My Other Child

My other child wants.

He always wants.

Never thinks of me, only himself.

I give in to him

because it is easier

than fighting him,

with his whines of his needs.

What about my needs?

Unimportant he believes.

Unimportant unless he wants something.

He tells me I want food now;

Now, not not in an hour. NOW!

Sigh. I feed him to shut him up.

He tells me I want this place clean;

Yet he fails to clean up after himself,

and I get blamed for the mess.

I need help with our daughter;

I'm busy he replies.

Right...busy playing his latest game.

He is still on the game hours later

when I again ask for help with our daughter.

Snidely he tells me you're the one who got pregnant.

I bite my tongue and my reply die in my mouth:

You sure liked sticking it in,

but you sure hate to deal with what came out.

That night he comes up and pesters me for sex.

Too tired to argue, I agree.

On the bed I lie emotionless, and motionless

while he does me.

He finishes and asks me with a sneer on his face

have fun, did you?

My response is a sigh, get out of bed

and to close the bedroom door behind me.

I sleep on the couch in my office,

preparing to repeat the day again tomorrow.

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I Hold You with Love

I hold you with love.

I hold you with love because you deserve genuine love.

I hold you with love to show you that you can be honestly loved.

I hold you with love since I accept you for you.

I hold you with love for you have a good heart.

I hold you with love because you are lovely.

I hold you with love because I care about you.

I hold you with love because one day I want you to feel -

feel the same way about me.

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My Way

Going back to my mom, which is what I wanted.

I was saying my last good-byes to a special friend

who helped me get out of here.

Here where dad wanted me, and controlled me, or so he thought

for he had taught me well, and I learned well from the master.

He wanted me to to smile and be lady-like, so I did.

It made him happy.

Always I kept my front up even in front of my special friend,

except when we were alone in private.

He was so lonely, so desperate for someone;

He loved me, and I loved him for what I needed him for.

He was nervous at first, but I told him if he loved me,

he would do it my way, so he gave freely without care.

When he did, he saw a big smile for him on my face.

Eventually a chain reaction was set in motion.

The end result was that I was here,

going back to mom. I was happy.

Time to go; I say bye.

As I go to through security to my jet,

I wonder two things: if he has realized

that not everything I was carrying could be seen,

and also how long should I carry the unseen baggage.

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