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Another misspelled rhyme, written in the book of time. In one page I've spent all my life. Ink ain't even dry. I've been living in a lie? How could I trust in someone of your kind? And I got today another letter in the mail, I can't read it here, not today. And when years go by, the unopened letter meets my eye. I'm older and wiser, but still afraid. What if I read it and it is full of love? How can I face it if I am wrong? Do you feel, do you care about me? Did you wait and love me all this time? I am here, would you come and find me? Does your writing guide me through this all? What if I read it and it is full of love? How can I face it if I am wrong? Do you feel, do you care about me? Did you wait and love me all this time? I am here, would you come and find me? Does your writing guide me through this all? Do you feel, do you care about me? I am here, would you come and find me? Do you feel, do you care about me? Did you wait and love me all this time? I am here, would you come and find me? Does your writing guide me through this all?

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Mamas put your babies to sleep, story is too cruelsome for them this is. In Junior high she said goodbye, to her parents and ran away with a boy. She left her family warm and kind, all of her friends said "you´re out of your mind". Life of her own she would find, it´s monday and she´s gotta grind. A Job as a waitress she sure was to find, beautiful face, mind of a child. Boy got her pregnant, Mary-Lou cried: "For this I am too young, why did you lie?". You said "it´s okay if we do it today". I was so scared that you would go away. Despite all the papers been signed. Mama take me, back be so kind. Only a child, reckless and wild, needs to come home again. He promised the moon, but won´t marry you. Nothing to do and eating for two, he´s goin´ out with someone new. Sunshine or rain, it´s all the same. Life isn´t gray, Mary-Lou. Mamas do your children still sleep, in the safe of their cradles so sweet? Story I told you I have forseen, your little angel ain´t always so clean. Days to come aren´t easy to see, you can change ´em but it isn´t free. I see that you don´t believe, but you will see. Only a child, reckless and wild, needs to come home again. He promised the moon, but won´t marry you. Nothing to do and eating for two, he´s goin´ out with someone new. Sunshine or rain, it´s all the same. Life isn´t gray, Mary-Lou.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025