Broken beer bottles,
On the corner was a toddler.
Cops were outside,
It couldn't get any scarier.
Mommy on the floor,
Saying she loves me.
Daddy shouting at the door:
"Why did you do this to me?!"
At the age of three,
Is my first broken cry.
The love is gone,
Marriage began to die.
In a realistic way,
Daddy gave me lessons.
He becomes weird,
Whenever he drank that poison.
Having a stable job,
Living a successful life.
Why are you still drinking it?
It's eating you alive!
He's saying sorry,
Between my awful sobs.
"Daddy I know it's hard,
But you need to stop."
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Brain, Soul, Life
PoetryI believe poetry comes from the brain; floating ideas that expresses certain topics and feelings that we want to share in an artistic way. I believe poetry comes from the soul; wether it's just a random thought, or a written piece of your life, deep...
