Every night of the week
A cold beer in his hand
My eyes start to leak
This is where I stand
Throwing of objects
His blood shot eyes
What will happen next
All of these lies
I sit in the corner
Hoping he doesn't see me
I lost my armour
I am ready to flee
I'm awfully scared
All the bad memories come back
I'm not really prepared
Love is what I lack
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Ally's Poems
PoetryThese are poems that I have written about the feeling I have felt in the past or present. These poems are memories of mine. I love to write poems and hope to get better as I grow older. Please no mean or bad comments
