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* the Song On the Radio

The song on the radio reminded her of him again. Their song they would dance to until dawn. Tears dwelling in her eyes, remembering of how it might have been, if only she had said 'yes'. Her first love, the one who, you never forget. Laughing, over the funniest, stupidest things holding each other tight, never wanting the night to end. He is married now so she heard with kids a good job and a drop dead beautiful wife. Her life she dared not share with anyone. If ever asked she would make up stories of the day she married her 'Prince Charming'. The whole time fighting back the tears and the screams she held inside for so many years. When he came home she was always ready for him. His chair just right, food fixed just so, kids in bed. She never uttered a sound, or asked how his day went. She knew better than to ever speak with out asking him first, for if she did the beatings would start again. He walked in again ranting,raving, slinging things everywhere. Throwing the cat against the wall and than he came to her She got herself up, never uttered a cry she knew better. She goes to bed and dreams of him, her first love. she turns the radio on and the song reminded her again of ...................HIM.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/18/2009 4:58:00 AM
OMG!This happens to me Countless Times!My ex Literally made me 3 cds i kept Hearing throughout our relationship.The Recent Songs.Its quite Bad
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Date: 6/17/2009 4:25:00 PM
This gave me chills, Rhonda. Having to make up stories about a fairytale life while all the while wishing she could turn back the clock is so sad. And the way "Prince Charming" abuses her is frightening. She'd be better off taking the cat and leaving. Did you see "Sleeping with the Enemy"? Julia Roberts gave an incredible performance as an abused wife who tries to leave. This poem reminded me of the movie. Great work! Love, Carolyn
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