Don't

"Don’t keep doing this to me

Don’t keep breaking off pieces of my heart

This isn’t the way love is supposed to be

Don’t keep tearing me apart

Don’t do this

Don’t keep hurting me"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Don't"

Don't Move

"Don’t move

It wouldn’t be good

Don’t move

Though you think you should

Don’t move

You shouldn’t have come in

Don’t move

Or we won’t win

This battle

We’re fighting

Against time and fate

It’s like lightning

Quick and dangerous

And I can’t lose you

So don’t move"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Don't Move"

Don't Let Me Go

"I can’t believe

That you’d sacrifice

I thought you’d leave

When your love

Was put to the test

You stayed

You are the best

You were willing

To give so much

For worthless me

My heart you did touch"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Don't Let Me Go"

Dizzy

"So you’ve decided

Finally what you want

You went up then down

Told me yes then no

And after so much pain

And so much hurt

Tears flowing so freely

Words there and words gone

You finally made up your mind

You’ve decided what you want

You found what’s in your heart

What is the truth

The depth behind those watery eyes

Your heart and head collided

And fought for the upper hand"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Dizzy"

Damaged But Whole

"You can’t be

Just what I need

I try to be free

But your entrancing eyes

Water and drip

Those large manipulative tears

Your petitions and pleas

Roll lightly off your tongue

Slide smoothly through your lips

Like hot wax dripping off a candle

It glows as it glides

Looking deceitfully innocent

Before it lets go and dribbles

Scorching even the suspecting hand

I try so hard

I hate all this pain

But I’ve been welded to your side

By your slowly dripping tears

Your smoothly flowing words

And I care too much

To step away or turn my face"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Damaged But Whole"

Cross of Red

"Thorns of red

Drops of crimson

Covering His head

Robes of pain

Stripes of agony

Jesus is His name

Trail of life

Vermillion streams

From His strife

His heart was torn

His arms stretched out

For those who mourn"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Cross of Red"