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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The memories of John All came back to me Just last night when I was having tea A childhood trust As sweet as can be So very young His love was my key. My parents where angry But I didn’t care I defied them all And kept seeing him there. I hid him downstairs With no-one around I believed all he told me Why wouldn’t I have? My parents and siblings They all cut me out Wouldn’t talk to me I wanted to shout!! They wanted John out, Right out of my life What they didn’t know In my lonely plight I needed him then More than ever before To fill that dark hole That they didn’t explore My friends thought him too old When they did meet But I didn’t care I wanted to be But then came a time When all of that changed His stories became lies And nothing was the same The cops came told me Of crimes in the past A murder committed His girlfriend on ice I wanted it over But then came the threats My life he endangered With talk of my death I was so terribly frightened I was only thirteen I had so much going on He was thirty three. He pleaded and begged me And threatened me some more But it was over I knew The trust was no more. My parents they hid me Twelve months as I speak I worked as a nanny To pay for my keep. I look back there now And wonder at me Did I really do that I’m meek as can be
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