your name amuses me
as it escapes my lips
your fingers bruise me
as again your fist slips
these words she said aloud
these words she said in vain
out behind the crowd
she faced again deep pain
your name keeps me
from journeys yet unknown
disgust seeps from me
as i sit upon this throne
these words she said aloud
these words she said in vain
in places not allowed
with so little to gain
your name destroyed me
as i placed it with my own
how well you toyed with me
how deep my love had grown
these words she said aloud
these words she said in vain
in front of the crowd
out in the pouring rain
your name is not for me
i have paid the cost
your name was never free
so much time i have lost
these words she said aloud
these words she said in vain
emptiness fills the crowd
her pain remains the same
We are a destructive and hateful specimens, are we humans. Unlike any of the other specimens (maybe excluding the chimpanzees) we delight in snuffing out another human beings reason for existence with continuing debasement and anger. Riveting poetry . . .
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
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