There once was a leather belt.
No one cared how it felt.
It hit her again,
Under his command.
The belt, a lousy hand it was dealt.
She stays laying on the bed.
Every scary thought in her head.
He's a skyscraper.
He's a baby raper.
She knows the terror that lies ahead.
He just won't leave her alone.
His authority is his throne.
She can't seem to cope.
She can't see any hope.
God, does she want to be alone.
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Sleep My Love: Poetry
PuisiA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
