A MOTH TO A FLAME
A MOTH TO A FLAME
WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD, YOU WATCHED CINDERELLA AND WAITED FOR YOUR PRINCE. WHEN YOU FOUND HIM, HE WASN’T ALL THAT AND YOU AIN’T BEEN THE SAME SINCE.
HE FINDS OUT THAT YOUR PREGNANT SO HE RUNS OFF WITH HIS SIDE PIECE. THAT’S BAD ENOUGH AND THEN YOU FIND OUT THAT SHE’S YOUR NIECE
SO, YOU SIT IN THE DARK DEPRESSED AND ALL ALONE. YOU STARE OUT INTO SPACE AS YOU WAIT ON THE PHONE.
FINALLY, THE PHONE RINGS, HE SAYS HE WANTS TO PLEASE YOU. SO, YOU GO TO HIM AND THEN HE’S OFF AGAIN, HE WAS ONLY PLANNING TO TEASE YOU.
A WOMAN IN LOVE WITH A BAD MAN IS LIKE A MOTH DRAWN TO A FLAME. THEY KEEP GOING BACK AND IT ALWAYS ENDS THE SAME. THEY’LL GIVE UP THIER FREEDOM, THIER PRIDE AND EVEN THIER SOUL. THEY STAY WHEN THEY SHOULD GO AND IT TAKES A TERRIBLE TOLL. IF YOU LISTEN TO A LIE LONG ENOUGH YOU START BELIEVING IT TO BE TRUE. TRYING TO KEEP YOUR SANITY IS LIKE PLAYING A GAME OF MENTAL KUNG-FU.
YOU THINK THAT YOU MET THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE SO YOU DECIDE TO MARRY HIM. NEXT THING YOU KNOW HE QUITS HIS JOB AND YOU HAVE TO CARRY HIM.
THE WAY THAT HE TREATS YOU CAN ONLY BE CALLED SPOUSAL ABUSE. HE’LL DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS AND JUST GIVE YOU ANY OLD EXCUSE.
HE’LL DO THINGS YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE TRYING TO KILL YOUR SELF ESTEEM. YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN CHANGE HIM, BUT THAT KIND OF THINKING IS JUST A DREAM.
YOU’VE BEEN LISTENING TO HIM FOR SO LONG YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE IT’S YOUR FAULT. HE’S GOT YOU SO BRAINWASHED REALITY ITSELF HAS COME TO A HALT.
A WOMAN IN LOVE WITH A BAD MAN IS LIKE A MOTH DRAWN TO A FLAME. THEY KEEP GOING BACK AND IT ALWAYS ENDS THE SAME. THEY’LL GIVE UP THIER FREEDOM, THIER PRIDE AND EVEN THIER SOUL. THEY STAY WHEN THEY SHOULD GO AND IT TAKES A TERRIBLE TOLL. IF YOU LISTEN TO A LIE LONG ENOUGH YOU START BELIEVING IT TO BE TRUE. TRYING TO KEEP YOUR SANITY IS LIKE PLAYING A GAME OF MENTAL KUNG-FU.
THE WELFARE ROLLS ARE FULL OF WOMEN WITH BROKEN SPIRITS AND BODIES TOO. THEY’VE SUFFERED GREATELY, YOU CAN’T IMAGINE WHAT THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH.
THEY’VE BEEN KICKED AROUND SO MUCH THEY CAN’T TELL WRONG FROM RIGHT. THE LOOK OF PAIN AND DISPAIR ON THIER FACE IS SELDOM A PRETTY SIGHT.
CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE MAN WHO DID THIS? I HEAR HE’S LIVING IN THE NEXT TOWN, GONNA GIVE A NEW GIRL HER FIRST KISS.
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