Faults
First time you came drunk
You hit her, told her to " shut the Fuck up"
She let it slide
Big mistake
Day by day you became worse an addict
You messed up wz wrong ppl
They came home, i was there
But you weren't, u were somewhere
They didn't found you, but they found her
4 guys looked wickedly at her
Undressing her wz there eyes
Meschivious smirks painted in them
I couldn't do anything, i hated myself
" it will teach him not to mess wz wrong ppl"
They spited those words
They laughed as she died
Smiled as if they got an achievement.
Now she is in the coffin
While your alligators tears flow
Why do we know
The price of ppl when they go?
@Iwove2rite
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life poems
PoetryThey are my poems. My save zone. They are my shield. They are my voices. They are my everything. They are my life lines. Every piece of me is there .
