As a kid you left me to go to the fucking clubs,
Childhood ruined because of you having fun,
Having sex in the room, and smoking that bud,
Jokes on me I really thought I was fucking loved
I'm fucking done! You got me on the run,
Leave me now, confess driving while drunk.
But you'll never ever! Get back your son,
Let alone meet mine then, we'll see who won.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
