“If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them”…

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Tuesday’s child…
Was mild and meek…

Had a sweet voice…
But dare not speak…

In fear of being…
Pushed away…

Or being punished…
Fading to grey…

Trying to avoid…
That cruel back hand…

Which demanded obedience…
And burned like a brand…

To be seen not heard…
Were words to live by…

Survival of the fittest…
“Eye Will Not Cry”…

Dodging verbal bullets…
Living with the abuse…

Never getting it right…
Covering each bruise…

Counting down the hours…
Waiting for the day…

That escape to freedom…
Would finally pave the way…

To a new existence…
One without any fear…

One without the pain…
One without the sneers…

That kept on coming…
No matter right or wrong…

As each furious beating…
Dispelled the need to belong…

Until the day it happened…
The abuse became too much…

A desire for self-preservation…
Led to a retaliatory punch…

The abuser losing footing…
Falling down the stairs…

And the key to freedom…
Was contained in a lifeless stare…

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“And now she’s in me, always with me”…

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He’s no longer sure…
If he liked you that much…

He no longer craves…
The warmth of your touch…

The spark has died…
And there is little else left…

What once existed…
Has been laid to rest…

Leaving you a stranger…
No longer part of his dreams…

Like a bit part actress…
That’s seldom on screen…

And stood on the outside…
You’re now looking in…

Wondering how this happened…
Much to your chagrin…

As there was a time…
When he worshiped you…

He believed your lies…
Prayed they were true…

And connected so deep…
You shook his very soul…

Sending his moral compass…
Spinning out of control…

He became your puppet…
The mistress’s servant…

He’d do anything for you…
Even if you didn’t deserve it…

But you turned on him…
Like a vampire craving blood…

You drained his emotions…
Whilst feasting on the flood…

Leaving him searching…
For the sanctuary of shadows…

A hole in the darkness…
Where only he knows…

A place he could think…
Allow his mind to clearly see…

And it granted him freedom…
From your constant misery…

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“Let’s kiss this thing goodbye”…

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Bite the bullet and
extract the bitter sting…

Because her constant lies,
are wearing so thin…

It’s time to end this and
to call it a day…

It’s a no win situation,
no matter what people say…

As the moment is past and
the story has ended…

Now it’s time to move on and
allow wounds to be mended…

And your head to clear,
erasing each painful memory…

Whilst freeing yourself,
from the mental agonies…

That came with the territory,
walking hand in hand…

Now it’s time to remove,
your head from the sand…

And simply admit defeat,
in this noble gesture…

That in cold stark reality,
had begun to fester…

As a clean break was,
both required and needed…

You should have listened and
you should have heeded…

The forewarned words,
that your ears were told…

Instead of listening,
to her lies spun with gold…

So this is the start and
now reality begins…

Time to remove everything,
that’s curled up within…

Your locked up boxes,
go and hide them away…

Kiss the memories goodbye,
end your heart’s decay…

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“When did you decide, that I didn’t have enough to buy”…

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The acidic tone…

Was a stark warning…

But was not heeded…

That Autumnal morning…

The ironic twist…

As the day played out…

The bitter sting…

Leaving no doubt…

Of the path taken…

The decision made…

The signs had been there…

Eyes had started to jade…

Looking so lifeless…

Becoming so dull…

Leaving only one outcome…

The push was the pull…

As a faded attraction…

Got lost over time…

Walking hand in hand…

With a hidden crime…

Tasting like freedom…

That feeling of winning…

Allowing just a glimpse…

Of a new beginning…

One so very tempting…

It forced the change…

And a heartfelt eruption…

Broke free of the chains…

That bound and constricted…

The birds feathered wings…

And enabled its flight…

Allowed it to sing…

Finding a different reality…

In some parallel universe…

Eyes would now sparkle…

Decisions never reversed…

As the heart now beats…

To a different drum…

This soul now reborn…

Its new life begun…

But what gets left behind…

Becomes a game of chess…

A tragedy played out…

Between fearful and fearless…

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“It’s hard to let go, of all that we know”…

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One for dark sorrow…
Two for deep joy…
How she now misses…
Her forbidden secret boy…
The one she met…
Out of the Blue…
Who changed her life…
And all she knew…

Stroking her ego…
Touching her soul…
As her life spun…
Out of all control…
And into the shadows…
Away from the light…
With secret rendezvous…
Hidden from sight…

Taking such risks…
With all she held dear…
Making sure she kept…
Her shiny lover so near…
And chasing adventure…
With her aching heart…
As she became infected…
By Lust’s poison dart…

Tasting his sweetness…
Touching his skin…
Allowing him to enter…
So deep within…
Her heart and mind…
Ripping down her defences…
And as he poured himself in…
She lost all her senses…

Till it got too much…
And it just had to stop…
Where from a Dizzy Height…
She was forced to drop…
Now wallowing in sorrow…
Remembering fragments of joy…
How this Magpie misses…
Her Black and White boy…

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