My wife was a woman who I abused. Now I drown my sorrows in booze. I hit her quite often and i's something I regret.
Sindy is loved by all the guys
but she does nothing about it,
just looks out the window while her nailpolish dries.
I refuse to let my son pay for my mistake I refuse to let today be to late I refuse to allow you to continue to abuse me I refuse to let this circumstance define me
No More
White Rabbit in Snow
I’m writing this poem to say
Don’t use me.
Let me in when it feels right but
Don’t wait too late.
See, my feelings are precious to me and it’s only fair that you respect that.
She walked as if the Earth, had to catch up with her step, her dance like fluid motion, an elixer of darkness and passer-by.
Fragile,yes,never known to show weakness,
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