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Love ?
Contributed by
Damian
on
Wednesday, 2nd November 2011 @ 02:27:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Late at night Another fight Black and blue Theres nothing new
What have I ever done I cannot turn I cannot run Another fist is swung my way I swing to the music only I can sway
Arent fathers supposed to love children? What kind of love is this for me I must be hated, hes never sated Always back for more
I plead to his greed Just not for tonight I try to fight but I am done I cannot turn I cannot run
A kick a punch Up comes my lunch Blood comes next like diamond flecks If only this were over
Then it stops, for tonight My candle is wavering, barely alight This cannot go on, the end has come I cannot turn, I cannot run
No one will care about this deed I had no friends or following steed I had to get this off my chest My note I left in my familys nest
I went to the shed, took the rope I tied it hard and bound it strong If only I had some friends to tell Maybe I couldve stayed to dwell
I jump from high and hit rock bottom Those piercing screams never forgotten The way he ran as I swung and died The last thing I felt was his fist in my side
After all, Love? What a horrible lie
Copyright ©
Damian
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2011-11-02 02:27:53] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Love ?
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Wednesday, 2nd November 2011 @ 05:51:03 PM AEST (User
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This is heart wrenching but unfortunatly happens all the time.
You did an awesome job with this write.
Blessings,
emy |
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Re: Love ?
(User Rating: 1 ) by BritVent on
Thursday, 29th December 2011 @ 01:52:51 PM AEST (User
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Amazing writer you are, so much feeling. Well expressed. Well done. |
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