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The hollowness echoes through time and with every second
grow louder. From within this empty shell the echo seems
ruthless with its taunting. While hiding in the crevices
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I cover my face, my face is masked.
Only my eyes you can see.
I hide away in modesty.

I cover my body from head to foot,
to hide from prying eyes,
to hide my shape and form.

My husband, the only man I live for.
He is the only man who has ever seen the real me.
He is the only man I aim to please.

Under cover, hidden from the world.
I wasn't married for looks,
I am not loved for my look.

I am loved for my personality.
There's a lesson here if you care to see.
A book is not judged by its cover.

So please do not judge me.

I wonder why I bother to vote,
I doubt the system will change,
the rich will keep getting richer,
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What is a poem if not words from the heart
strategies and formats, not really important,
syllables and structure, not really my thing,
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Lying in his arms,
bewitched by his loving charms,
lost in his embrace.
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How things have changed since my younger days,
my dad changed the channel on telly, when things got hot and steamy. 
I always wondered why, all i missed was a sunset kiss,
the tide coming in, not exactly passionate bliss.

Things are so different now, 
and not in a good way I hasten to say.
Everywhere you look, there's sex and passion, with very little lacking,
It's almost full blown p*rn, sadly it's now the norm.

Chat shows, films, bill boards, adverts, skinny half naked models.
Brainwashing our youth; that this is life, it's the way to live.
Drugs and gambling, torture, killing, stealing, cheating, kidnapping.
Kids growing up breathing it in, no wonder our streets aren't safe.

Fashion; skirts that barely cover your a s s, fishnet stockings, heels.
Skin flashing, attracting lust and passion. 
Affairs, men leaving, mothers rearing their young alone,
no income from deserters who are free to roam.

Marriage breakups, gangs and thugs, violence, crime, hate and lust.
Wheres the love, where's the trust, where is responsibility. 
Kid's on drugs, living rough, begging, stealing for their next fix,
Prisons overcrowded. Do you want your kids to end up like this?

Teach them morals values, the beauty of love and life,
teach them the joys of commitment, encourage them to make things right.
It's all to easy to walk away, when things are getting rough, 
Steer them, guide them, with lifes rights and wrongs;
then you've done your job.












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Was it just a game to you,
when I told you how much I loved you.

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At the Spanish steps two lovers met,
just as the Sun descended.
They spoke of dreams, heartfelt desires,
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 So many roads to travel, 
 but none lead to your heart. 

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