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Troubled
Fourteen in a dress for new years eve,
never felt so fetching in my life.
It seems it all was a waste
my uncle's still with his wife,
still with his wife.
Eleven in my bedroom,
didn't know why
he entered in the dark of the night
thought that I was going to cry,
no, I did not cry. I did not cry.
Six in the bathtub
playing with the bubbles,
innocent as the seed
blowing them at you amidst cuddles,
those were only cuddles, right? Only cuddles, right?
In my mothers stomach
only eight months and one week,
I was ready and raring for the world
but it seems my mottos were to peek,
yes, I swear only to peek, just one more peek.
Fourteen in a dress for new years eve,
never felt so fetching in my life.
It seems it all was a waste
my uncle's still with his wife,
still with his wife.
By the time I'm fifteen
"Teen mother." They will say
and I'll just turn away
and they'll say "Who's the daddy?"
and I'll just walk away...walk away.
Fourteen in a dress for new years eve,
never felt so fetching in my life.
It seems it all was a waste
my uncle's still with his wife,
still with his wife.
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LA Note: Does this need a warning - I thought maybe for the clear plot dilemma but there are no swear words so I'm unsure. Anyway, thanks for reading.
never felt so fetching in my life.
It seems it all was a waste
my uncle's still with his wife,
still with his wife.
Eleven in my bedroom,
didn't know why
he entered in the dark of the night
thought that I was going to cry,
no, I did not cry. I did not cry.
Six in the bathtub
playing with the bubbles,
innocent as the seed
blowing them at you amidst cuddles,
those were only cuddles, right? Only cuddles, right?
In my mothers stomach
only eight months and one week,
I was ready and raring for the world
but it seems my mottos were to peek,
yes, I swear only to peek, just one more peek.
Fourteen in a dress for new years eve,
never felt so fetching in my life.
It seems it all was a waste
my uncle's still with his wife,
still with his wife.
By the time I'm fifteen
"Teen mother." They will say
and I'll just turn away
and they'll say "Who's the daddy?"
and I'll just walk away...walk away.
Fourteen in a dress for new years eve,
never felt so fetching in my life.
It seems it all was a waste
my uncle's still with his wife,
still with his wife.
=#]['##'[][==##=#-''p]o[;#-
LA Note: Does this need a warning - I thought maybe for the clear plot dilemma but there are no swear words so I'm unsure. Anyway, thanks for reading.
Published 16th Feb 2011
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16th Feb 2011 6:41am
I think the imagery is strong enough for the warning. Very powerful. So sad how a life can linger on one theme that keeps tearing them apart.
16th Feb 2011 1:20pm
Thank you, Splendid, it's not it's greatest but I needed something deep with a rhyming scheme. Thank you.
16th Feb 2011 8:39am
I usually have an extreme distaste for this subject in a poem, but you approached it with so much grace and understanding that I couldn't *not* appreciate the work. Excellent job with this, Poppy. [:
16th Feb 2011 1:19pm
