Blonde from 17
You scream at innocent children,
You scream and shout,
Madam you call a baby heard it through your door,
Is that your cocainne son,
Next door the one who says he loves me,
Buys me flowers that I throw,
In hurled anger at your addiction,
At another man,
Who shines light in a dim world sometimes
Philipos
Wed 24th Jun 2020 11:54
Wow.