Not Once Have I Smiled Since He Left.
Not Once Have I Laughed Since He Slammed The Front Door
Not Once In The 3 Long Months He's Been Gone Has This House Felt Like A Home.
I miss Him.
Mum Misses Him.
But He's With "Her" Now.
He Doesn't Want Us.
And Now We Have To Suffer.
I Listen To Mum Cry Herself To Sleep,
And I can't Stop The Tears From Rolling Down My Cheeks.
The Cheeks My Once Precious Daddy Stroked.
I Want Him Back.
But He's Not Going To Return.
He's With "Her".
She Stole My Daddy.
And, I Can't Help But Think This Is Better.
He Can't Hurt Mum Or Me.
He Can Only Hurt "Her".
He Is Gone, And We Are In Pain.
But Now We Are Safe.
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