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PATHETIC APOLOGIES.. From the book "Damaged Goods"

3/8/2015

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       PATHETIC APOLOGIES....

"Don't darken my doorstep

Your pathetic apologies

Are not welcomed here

You abandoned your responsibilities;

Few tears were shed here

You carried the scent of a coward

Your disappearance was predictable

You darken my doorstep

Asking me, wanting me

To open my heart to you

I'll forgive you, but never forget

The pain you introduced into my life

Naive, I allowed it

But it's a new day

Did thoughts sprint and hurdle...

Through that nibble of a brain?

Thoughts that I'd let you back

Back into my life, yeah right?

Burnt bridges you can't cross twice

You darken my doorstep

To attempt to articulate those

Pathetic apologies

Hmmph,

You're a little too late"


By Tonika Wheeler
To purchase the book " Damaged Goods"
go to www.tywheeler.com

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MEMORANDA.. FROM THE BOOK " DAMAGED GOODS"

3/5/2015

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MEMORANDA..

"People misuse,abuse and throw the word love around because they don't understand it

Love is more than a feeling

Feelings come and go like gas bubbles

It's living and being for each other

It's inhaling that individual into your soul"...

AND NEVER EXHALING!"

Author -Tonika Wheeler


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To purchase the book " Damaged Goods"
go to www.tywheeler.com

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LOVE TO ANOTHER

3/4/2015

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This poem was submitted to View Woman by one of our viewers. A young lady wrote this after having a hard time dealing with her father leaving her mother for another woman.


"Leaving behind others to take your place, carrying on your name, walking around with your face knowing you get left behind, wondering what’s on my fathers mind, he didn’t even think to try.  To leave my mothers tears running down her beautiful face left me only to embrace, only for me to ask her why?  My mother can give me answers; my father left us behind so he can give his love to another, but can’t give his love to me?  My mother would give her life, as she’s given life to me, my father I hope to love, but will he ever love me?  He can make a life and keep on living his, but what is it like to live without a father, he doesn’t even know, because he doesn’t even care.  He left me, he left her, and he left us."


-Author unknown



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