Quieten down my sweet child. I have a story to tell. Lay your head on my shoulder so your skin I can smell. I'll shelter you child from a world so cold.And when we're crossing the street your hand I will hold. When you need me I'll be there, just call mommy's name, or if you really need daddy he'll be there the same. See, we loved you before we laid eyes on your face. You hold a spot in our heart that can never be replaced. No one can ever love you the way that we do. So don't rush when you hug us, hold us tight for a few.
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Brooke Roddy
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Awoken
She always looked with selfish eyes. Her sneaky tongue boasting lies. She lurks like a thief in the night to make my life a god damn fright. But I will not hang my head in shame . But I will avenge my father's name . How can you bring me so much strife? When you're the one that gave me life.Your life's main purpose has always been pills. But good shall prevail against evil will. How could you ever try to take my kids? Scum like you has never been fit. But still you tell all these lies. Keep knocking me down but still I rise.Victory is my greatest prize. You should really grow up, be more wise. All the people you hurt and all the hearts you've broken. I'm no longer deceived, I've been awoken. I'm no longer deceived, I've been awoken .
By Brooke Roddy3 years ago in Poets
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