I packed my bags, I'm leaving for my mother's.
Sneaking around, lying all the time.
You said you would never be like my father.
He would leave my mother for days on end.
When he would return, I would pretend.
I don't want my children to deal with such nonsense.
Your children I will never bare.
Off to the windy city.
I'm wearing a lipstick, in which I used to look pretty.
I'm walking my way out.
There's no stopping me now.
Somehow I wish things could be better.
But with you gone now all I have to worry about is Chicago's weather.
A contest entry
- Contest. by PerfectImperfection.
800 points, ended December 10, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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An interesting piece of emotion to thought. Thank you for your entry!
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Powerful and authentic... a wealth of emotions wrapped in your words. Well done and best of luck.
Ken
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detrimental....this was a very heartfelt write, well penned
best of luck
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im speachless. Its good thow.
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