Innocent Death
Bottle crashes
Glass scatters
Hearts breaking
Nothing matters
Pushing and shoving
Wanting out
Needing an escape
There's so much doubt
Now she breaks
He's watching and laughing
He's hitting and kicking
No child after this
Nothing left but hope
Nothing is left as the bat strikes
Love is her demise
She falls down now
Never to rise
by
rip17posted on 07/01/2008
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and really sad
good job