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The Room
I sit here thinking this is where I was the safest, where I could be alone escape from the world.
But no not anymore.
I can here you coming you`r probably drunk.
The doors locked you holler and scream for me to open it.
I don`t want to but I also don`t want to make you mad,
I open it.
You come in complaining about your day.
I turn away and you shove me down on my bed.
You look at me and smile, I beg you no please don`t make me.
You order me to get undressed I shake me head you grab me and rip me clothes off.
I start crying you laugh and through me on the bed.
You climb on to already undressed I can`t fight back I just have to lay there when you are done you leave and go to your room.
I lay there trying to quite crying wishing the day will come when I can leave this room this place and never look back.
This is really amazing. You expressed many emotion through your words. May I give you a comment though? Don't take this the wrong way but it would be much easier to read if you fixed your grammar mistakes. Im just trying to help Im not being mean. Just giving you a heads up! ^_^
-Cassandra ♥
And, where did you go? Ive been looking for a poem from you each day?
-Cassandra ♥
Thank you sorry it's been
Thank you sorry it's been years since I have been on here. Thank you for the comment it means a lot that you liked it.
Chana Fuller