Broken

I was broken
Then you came and fixed me
You showed me true love
But then things got a little tricky

You began to lie
And deceive became your middle name
You started threatening me
When I didn't want to play your little game

You threw me out
Right after I gave birth to our son
You left me with nothing
Taking off with our baby, now on the run

Now I’m broken
Once again alone and free
One day you will pay for this
And I’ll have him back you’ll see

I will get stronger
This fight has not yet been won
You will regret the day you crossed me
By the way, he is not your son…
01-04-15
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Nance Avatar
January 5, 2015 at 5:53 PM
Wow! that is a story! sounds like something ready for tv. I'm sorry if that did happen to you, hugs. great write though, interesting and intense, loved the last line.
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