dad and the devil , by eleanor maslen Subscribe to rss feed for eleanor maslen

Broken, brusied, and all alone,
Your breath, your touch, infects my bones.

It seeps down, into my soul
were is sits, dead and cold. 

From my eyes the poisen leaks
as your words soft you speak

I will never except what you have done to me
i will never be happy i will never be free. 

only two men does my pen know
but the one that loved me had to go

I dont understand why he had to die
and you live on your life a lie.

he kept me safe, as safe as he could
but you were the evil and hurt me you would

my dad would have died a thousand times over
rather then know what you did to his daughter. 

I wished to god and i will again
that for you, your time will end

and i'll never stop praying for dad to come home
maybe then i wouldnt feel so alone. 
Posted: 2012-01-10 13:54:49 UTC

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2012-01-14 22:00:08lance
i kno lonesome its an evil sad feeling but with me around ur neva alone oh and i miss ya too woman :P:P:P

2012-04-06 01:25:34sweetNsour
Aaaaawwww this is so goood, keeep writing. I totally felt the words of your poem.