They call me Alaurilee

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I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Thursday, February 18, 2010

"Standing By My Man”

The man I love has gone away,
to better himself for another day.
This man I love is an addict too.
There’s something deep he needs to do.

I can’t help myself, I love him . . .
and all his little ways.
I can’t help myself . . . I want him,
when everyone else wants him gone away.

He grabbed a piece of my heart,
took it with him when he left.
I still smell the place, where his pillow lays
lovingly on my bed.

I still see the way he looks at me,
I replay it in my head.
Though many people would disagree
by his side is the place I choose to be.

I’ll welcome him home when he beats this thing
and give him another chance.
I’ll welcome him back to my waiting arms
and my dreams of a beautiful romance.
Inspired by a twitter prompt:
"Standing beside someone when everyone says you should leave. And loving an addict"
From: @sweettpepper


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