Source:
Adults
Author:
Trish Williams
Title:
Child of Mine
Always blaming somebody else, Deceiving yourself. Chose a life with crime, Smeared with immoral grime. If I'd of let you fall, lose it all, Would you of come to your senses Sooner? You always seemed so small, my all. How then, Does love and protection, Breed hate and rejection? It hurts like hell, This game you play. No winners here, Losers....all the way. Your blame masks your shame. Your game, Overrated. Now what's left to play, Victim? Your presence lingers here. The wounds don't heal. The pain, too real. I close my eyes to escape, That's no way out. Innocent faces, haunt my dreams. I can't comfort, tormented screams. What a lethal weapon, Control. Heal your tormented soul, And please, Remember this; You cried, I wiped your tears away. Talked your nightmares away. Kissed your fears away. Your hand, united in mine. Think we could have this again, In time? This mothers love, is forever.
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