Little girls, dirty deals, score some tar shoot to feel.
Dirty needles, dirty lies, dirty alleys, unheard cries.
Skies are grey, looks like rain, bones are chilled
fingers shake, missed my vein, try again.
Daddy's home but mom is not.
Sugar ~n~ spice make daddy hot,
That's what little girls are for.
Wretched deeds and alibi's,
Mommys deaf to my cries
Streets are cold, the pavements wet, need a
place to rest my head.
Dirty alleys, dirty lies, this is home.
My unheard cries.
A contest entry
- [♥--drugs--♥] by whiterabbit..
375 points, ended October 15, 2007, 39 entries
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700 points, ended December 3, 2007, 13 entries
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Lost children of the night
For those so lost out in the cold tell me please whats wrong with home it beats the wet slab along the way you call home today . The drugs thinks for you they lead you astray makes you cry and stay in pain so you take another hit to help forget but its always there when you come back . Drugs everyday you take them eats away at your brain and day to day you will become more and more dependant and in time you dont reallize how much your taking anymore and believe me if you dont stop now you will take your own life in time . So beautiful the china doll who through her life away
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For those so lost out in the cold tell me please whats wrong with home it beats the wet slab along the way you call home today .
The years I spent on the street I met many frightend, abused and broken souls.
All this came from home.
This particular write is what so many have and still do go through. Daddy's are supposed to protect their daughter (and sons) from the boogey man, not become him. Mothers are supposed to pay attention to where their children are and why they prefer the strrets to being left home alone with dear ol dad. often times mother knows, but refuses to 'disrupt' her life for the sake of her child/children.
A wet slab of concrete offers the freedom sought. Freedom from the boogey man and his knowing accomplice, otherwise known as mommy and daddy.
So beautiful the china doll who never had a life anyway.
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This is so sad but it's a really wonderful write. I love the way you wrote it. Amazing job on this and thanks for entering.
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