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Welcome to my inner sanctuary, my Heart Thoughts.
Here  you will find poetry  that I have written through
the years  that comes from the inner  emotional  side
of me.  The daughter, lover, wife, mother  and  friend.

They all live here...within  my  heart and you will read
the  emotions of  each  and every one of them.  Some
will  make you laugh...  and  some will  make you cry.
But  most  of all... they  will  make you  "feel".   That,
my  friends...are  my  intentions.  Take  my hand and
walk  with  me  on  this  journey  through  my   heart.

Broken Trust

He was a friend so dear to me
Our thoughts and dreams we shared
We spoke of love, our wants and needs
Somehow I knew he cared
I danced with him within my dreams
We held each other close
We shared so much between us two
Now my inner heart he knows

A girl lives there with hair so fair
And eyes of baby blue
Who longs to be within his heart
But it cannot come true
We're in different worlds apart you see
His love for me has died
I spoke a lie that broke the trust
And cannot be denied

I hurt the heart that cared for me
And anger did appear
I realized what I had done
And now began to fear
The need I had for his true love
Can now not be fulfilled
The reality of broken trust
Is now my bitter pill

He loved the girl within my heart
But now he's gone away
I cry at night and long for him
But no longer will he stay
He leaves me now and breaks my heart
Lost love is what remains
And a lesson learned about real trust
I must not play the games.

Written by: Peggie
Copyright © 1998

Broken Trust was recorded as
a song in Nashville on 4/18/99

Lonely Heart

As I sit alone and think of you
I see your face within the stars
I remember how you loved me
And I wonder where you are

Do you ever think of me
And wish I were with you
To hold me close within your arms
And chase away my blues

I think about the times we shared
And the things we had to say
Before it all went wrong somewhere
And made you leave that day

Your heart was there to guide me
When I knew not where to go
You held me close within your arms
And told me that you know

Sometimes people do things wrong
And make mistakes along the way
But a true friend will forgive me
And help me find my way

You held my spirits up so high
And helped me see the light
But now you're gone away from me
And I cry alone at night

I fear that I will never be
That special girl again
The one you loved so dearly
The one that you called friend

Now I'm lost again and broken
And I don't know where to turn
Somehow I've made a mess of things
When will I ever learn

The games I play with other's hearts
Will cost me in the end
The love and trust of someone
That I used to call my friend.


Written by: Peggie
Copyright © 1998



My Dad at age 18

02/24/19 - 09/20/92

I wrote Retire Within for my Dad
on the day he passed away.

Retire Within

He lived in pain his last few years
At times he could not stand it
He asked for God to take him home
But God would not command it
He thought of going home himself
But he knew it was a sin
For if he did, he was afraid
God would not let him in

Now the pain has stopped
As did his heart
His mind no longer dreams
No more worries, no more fears
No more life...it seems
But he lives on within my heart
He always will be there
In a special place just for him
That no one else can share

For you see, there would be no me
If it were not for him
So I saved a place within my heart
For him to retire in
He was my Dad...I was his girl
And now he's gone away
But he'll be with me, forever you see
For within my heart he'll stay.

Dedicated to my loving father who
passed away on September 20, 1992

Written by:Peggie 9/92
Copyright © 1992

Midi
Indian Reservation

They took the whole Cherokee Nation...Put us on this reservation
Took away our ways of life...The tomahawk and the bow and knife
Took away our Native tongue...And taught their English to our young

And all the beads we made by hand...Are nowadays made in Japan
Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe...So proud to live, so proud to die
They took the whole Indian Nation...Locked us on this reservation

Though I wear a shirt and tie...I'm still part Redman deep inside
Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe...So proud to live, so proud to die
But maybe someday when we've learned...Cherokee nation will return.

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