It never changes
It never does
He'll come home soon
To complete the exchanges
My life is no longer mine
It belongs to him
My mother was a coward and threw me aside
His ugly appearence and receding hairline
Make me sick beyond belief
Who would do this do a little boy?
I'm his son, but he doesn't seem to care
I'm ashamed to say he's virginity's thief
Nobody cares about a boy
Not even my mother could love me
Why should another share their heart?
I am just an old man's broken toyDiddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John!
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...