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As waves crash against the dock,
A young girl
Looks up at a clock.
“Momma, you said we could go.”
“Hush, girl. If only I could leave you,
And no one would know.”
“Momma, don’t you love me?”
“Can’t you see?
I would rather get stung by a dozen a bee,
Than stay with thee.”
“Aren’t I lovable?”
She pleads with her mother,
Shrinking away from the woman,
Wielding a pot.
“No, you are not.
No one can love you.
It is impossible to do.”
So the girl runs,
Away from the woman,
Who she used to adore like
The rays of the midday suns.
As the young girl cries,
Kneeling on her battered knees,
Pleading up with the red skies,
She prays
That one day
She’ll find someone
Who tells her no
Lies.
- by CrimsonRose504 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2009 |
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- Title: Lies
- Artist: CrimsonRose504
- Description: This is a poem I wrote about emotional and quite possibly physical abuse within families. I don't know how much I care about what people vote my writing abilities; I wrote this because it needs to be out there. Abuse is not okay. Ever.
- Date: 07/16/2009
- Tags: lies
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Nemone - 08/21/2014
- Very sad but you're right, abuse is crappy.
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- Kat The Dark - 07/16/2009
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That was really good and really true! 5/5, and that's because of the quality and the message.
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