My Pillow Is Wet
Once again I cannot sleep,
Tears roll down my cheeks,
Running down—they will not stop.
Sliding down my neck & forming a puddle,
My pillow is wet & my ear full of water.
I start to wonder--if it will ever stop.
I need more Kleenex…I am out.
The tears roll- I weep in pain.
I am loosing another one to that thing.
She is a whore, lusting after my boys.
I would if I could--inject her with my pain.
But I cannot--so I grieve instead.
She has taken my soul and ripped it apart.
All because I love someone doing drugs.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
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