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Brandy Avery čÄ╝~No Longer~čÄ╝ - Poem by Brandy Avery It don't matter what you do and say. When your gone it is better this way. Your words and violence really hurts me. Why can't you move on and let me be. Your crying and begging wont work this time. I'm moving past the sadness of mine. My angels cry and suffered too. And this was all because of you. You say your getting help to change, but you don't get it I'm way out of your range. No longer will I be chained and caged. No longer will I hurt or be controlled by your rage. I will never again be a prisoner in my home. Why can't you get over it and leave me alone. No longer will I ever be yours. I am a strong and beautiful rose. No longer can I ever be with you. I will never again be sad or blue. From now on to my broken heart I must be true. I am free now from loving you! Comments about čÄ╝~No Longer~čÄ╝ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ Mothúcháin Fíor Faoin Saol ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Leis an oíche Tugann an lá. Tá sraith nua de imní agus scares. Is féidir aon duine a bhfuil mé liom a rá mo deora. Losctha tú do Sting seo caite. Nach bhfuil a bheith brónach agus gruama rud gur deas. Leat a tharraingt ar mo chúl ort sa DIRT. Tá sé deacair a chreidiúint nach mian leat a fheiceáil mo ghortú. Do focail a thabhairt ar mo chroí agus anam síos. Tá sé am, Tá mé ag déanamh, agus beidh a thuilleadh frown mé. Ní mór dom a bheith ard agus láidir. Toisc go bhfuil tú féin agus do chuid focal mícheart. An-deacair a chreidiúint nach féidir leat a fheiceáil. Nuair a cad a dhéanann tú agus a rá go nimhneach dom. An mothú nach féidir liom a cheilt. Is gá dom a insint duit cad is dóigh liom taobh istigh. Mo cheann agus croí ag insint dom dul. Is dóigh liom go bhfuil sé seo rud éigin mór duit a fhios. Tá mé fallin as ngrá leat. Do mo chroí mór dom a bheith fíor. Ní mór dúinn deireadh a dom agus tú. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Mothúcháin Fíor Faoin Saol ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe