Like a cold hard slap
That caused an awful sting
You knew that it was coming
But you couldn’t say a thing
Oh the way it hurt
All the words he said
How my heart was aching
Such a pain was in my head
The way that he announced it
To me was rather cruel
All I did was stand there
And try to keep my cool
He said he was unhappy
I tried to see his side
I stood there and just listened
My emotions I would hide
The house will be so lonely
His room I’ll surely roam
Oh the pain a mother feels
When her baby boy leaves home
Sadly, G
About the Creator
Gail S.
I am complicated, confusing and misunderstood but I am real. Life is too short to be anything but happy.
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Masquerade Party
At six feet seven inches tall and approximately two hundred fifty pounds, Samael presented an imposing figure when he walked into a room. His physical stature may be impressive, but his demeanor is the opposite. The shy, some might say, reclusive personality that he developed as a young boy followed him into manhood. His favorite job was crunching numbers in a quiet one man back office of a fiduciary firm. He was always polite, greeting his fellow workers with a “good morning” or “good afternoon” as he walked to the back of the office where his little hideaway was located, but never tried to engage in conversations.
By Mark Gagnon3 days ago in Horror
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interesting read