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Courtney Elizabeth Austin

A Hidden Reflection

As the wind breaths against my hair
I turn to face the mirror to see whats there.
My face is smiling, but my heart is crying,
I wish my reflection could show what I'm hiding.

Across the room, is a picture of me,
From days long ago, where I was free.
I'm standing straight, with a smile so real
Now a days, I can't even explain what I feel.

It happened so fast, I agreed to take a hit,
And now I always feel; so out of it.
I feel bad, for making that mistake,
I need to stop smoking and take a break.

Just You

I feel your touch, and inside I feel your love.
I see your face, and inside my heart is gold.
I feel your lips, and goosebumps flood my body.
I hear your voice, and my ears cry with joy.
I look into your eyes, and i see emerald stones.
I play with your lockes of gold, and I feel perfection.
I feel your love, and I know it to be true.
You are my love, and you are just you.

Ashes of a Tower

A plundering of ashes, spread across the ground,
Coming from the sky, like snowflakes from a cloud.
Children looking up in disbelief and aww,
as the towers that stood there, are no where to be found.

The bodies around all shielded beneath the piles
The terrorists that came against us, they laugh
as we watch and pray in all the sorrow.

As the years pass and pass, people move on from the disaster,
I can not stand to know, that maybe theres no happily ever after.
I pray for those who lost loved ones, and the ones who lost there lives
I hope God can save us from what we've been deprived.

Ghost Whisper

You speak, oh gratefull Lord
In a whisper I can not hear,
As I lie awake in my bed,
My pillow draped with tears.

My thoughts are bottled up inside
I can not let them out,
your like a ghost I can not see,
come save my from me doubts.

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