(A part from my novel Tenderness)
Days fly and moths flew,
I realise all my scars from my cuts on my arms;
When you abuse me I cut myself
because I feel dirty inside and out
Guess what?I am left from your
scars too.......
Are you wondering how do I escape?
Well let me tell you,
It wasn't that hard;
When I see you all I could feel
was hatred,
Don't make eye contact,
Don't stare at my eyes;
Your eyes overwhelm me. . . .
When you were finding me and couldn't(only once you found me and when you did,you took me by surprise and leave me all beaten from your strong fist)
All day and night sleeping on rainy snowing nights,
walking on heat and burning sun;
barefoot and all bloody from my feet
I was starving to death,
but could God save me. . . . . .tell me?
I was almost halfway death,
but luckily I found a church where
I sleep on dirty stairs all muddy and wet.
But someone open the door,
And here a nun found me;
Her name was Anabelle,
She had blue eyes and brown
light color hair that was so light
as her skin,
She was eighteen years old,
She was sweet and pure;
She lead me in church and there
I found rest and love,there was
another nun her name was Olivia
Dillon;she was old and nice
I told them my tragic story,
This story I won't forgett;
Hey you were the one who destroy
my childhood with your torturing
hell. . . . . . I won't forget how you
beat me and abuse of me,but you
still my brother. . . . unluckily!
I won't never forgive you,even if
you begg on your knees and cry
me a river all day and night;even
If you take me to pretty places or
call me sweet names,cause thanks
to you I don't have childhood
I am still living on this orphanage,
With the caring nuns;
Church is very close is upstairs,
Here are my friends,here are my
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Lyrics Of Love:Poesis vo.1 Desert Rose
PoetryThis are short poems that I made by my own and I get these ideas from my mind and I through it would mean every lesson I was taught.