Poetry

Chyna Jade


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27 december 2011

Holds Me Like A Child

This is the sound of my heart
Beating for a simple change
This is the guilt from the start
That was never out of range
 
For it never leaves my aching side
Holding on like a mothers child
Fearful behind me grabbing my dress it will hide
Feeling horrible to call it mine I am defiled
 
So what can this come to be?
This guilt holding me tight
This child I can always see
Awake or trying to sleep in the night
 
I will do nothing for it grows
Maturing into an adult
As the more pain causes to show
Sadly this will be my entire fault






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