I love you is what you told me
You were always touching me and you wouldn't let me be
And it all started the day I was pouring out your tea
But my eyes have been cleared and now I can see
Because none of my friends touch me like you do not even my bestfriend Re-re
And let us not forget my sweet and caring boyfriend Lee
The one who is always there for me and with him I don't have to pay the fee
A fee of what many people might ask this
He said I look just like her my dear mother who I still miss
But I saw him beat her to death and so did my big sis
He says that we are bishes
Just like her and so he abuse us and beats us until my mind gets trap into a world of bliss
My body have been covered up with scars
That each tells a story of how I survive each of my wars
I lay down in bed staring at the stars
Wishing one day you will be behind bars
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones
PoesiaThoughts of the hopeful and broken ones can be deadly Knowing not what we are thinking Like quick sand the pain and the ache have us sinking Deep down in a dark part of our mind But a smile like ours makes them have nothing to find
