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I Do, I Don'T

I do still love
the father of my child
when he was gentle
his moods were so mild

we had some laughs
we had some fun
I remember the night
we made our son

I do still love
the man I met
who he became
I'd rather forget

we were once happy
he was my sweet Chris
his cuddly strong arms
I do sometimes miss

I don't still love
the disgusting fat dickhead
forcing himself on me
and left me crying in bed

I don't still love
the way he made me feel
for my heart and soul
in which he did steal

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Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 4/11/2013 11:53:00 AM

really well written, being from such a bad experience and able to put it in poetic language is not an easy thing to do. its very honest write so well done. Have a blessed day, Gordon