A Balled for a Budding Soul

Mon, 11/04/2013 - 13:31 -- hanna29

Torn apart from the very start,

a little girl with a broken heart.

Many of the fights got heated.

He had beat them and had cheated.

 

My sister and my mother,

they could not tell any other.

they had lived through it every day.

He was sent away, so they say.

 

12 years pass, he contacted me.

I have grown up, he needed to see.

A month later, beat me around,

and he had thrown me to the ground.

 

Now it has been many years later,

my life is different. It's greater.

We still do not talk very much.

Just hi, how have you been and such.

 

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