Wood’s For The Tree’s

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                                                                                     (Not me or my life) just a poem 
Sometimes you can't see the woods for the tree's

you think it's love in a mad confusion of time

When you see him and want to brag he is mine

six months later pregnant it's end of the line

he likes his fist but leaves no visible mark

this mans a monster, a wolf wild like a shark

at first you think you can tame him love is sweet

that first punch from him knocks you of your feet

for the sake of the baby you need to act now

pack your bags get away today somehow

Heat starts to pound as you close the door 

 A start your free you'll see him no more 

simm card thrown new identity on face book

run girl don't stop for that sorrowfull last look

a sigh of relief, your free but with child unborn

wishing you had listened to mates as they warned  

Sometimes  you can't see the woods for the tree's

A new start now with the fall of the leaves 

Tree’s

◄ You

The Northen Lass ►

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Marie

Wed 5th Feb 2020 22:19

Lol I am learning lol

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Don Matthews

Wed 5th Feb 2020 22:09

Domestic violence well expressed. I'm glad you put 'Not me or my life' Marie......

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