Rivers, Hate, grief and rain

Rivers can not compare to the flow of tears upon my face
Greif is nothing close to what I feel anymore.
Hate does not touch upon the anger inside of me.
The strength inside is no longer enough
I hide my eyes so no one can see
The pain this brings to me
I hide from sight, afraid to be seen as weak
I'm not easily hurt, but even death takes a toll on one who says she tough as dirt.
Nine times I have tried, nine is so many, but yet so few
Nine times I have been saved, sometimes I wish it had been none

Nine times

The words eco on my ears
as I try not to hear
about the fifth death this year
The pain collides with my heart,
and the tears trickle from my eyes
Gram, David, Hunter, Ebony, and now, Great Aunt Pat
To me it looks like god punishes us, but not us, mostly me.
As I climb the stairs a song wispers threw my mind.
singing about once upon a time and then there in that moment I cry.
Nine times have a tried. Nine times as the days go by,
Tonight as I sit alone a tenth time comes to mind
but this time he comes to my side holding me as I cry..
I say to him, Nine times I have tried

A night, But only perfect.

A night, to be but only perfect
As he the one as tough as stone seems to but melt my heart.
A night, kissed by the stars and blessed by the moon.
Could only be that, A perfect night.
Once more day breaks and night falls, and with the night come he.
His hands, capturing my face, his eyes placed upon mine, he wispers softly to me.
He is there, with me for but only another perfect night.
As he speaks a gentle tone, his words warm my body with a ever lasting touch,
like something you dream about... was I dreaming could this be?
It was a perfect night, A kiss upon the brow, upon my nose,
and then one, placed perfectly upon my lips. A kiss that so softly felt
makes this a perfect night.
He who I love and have only dreamed about, stayed that night... and many to come.