Here's a story, y'all. Enjoy.
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Pretty as peach she was,
Though dined on empty nectar,
Strength of a bull
ten thousand times over,
Nothing could ever wreck her.
Loved by the world and held to a much
significantly higher standard.
Beauty topped with grace and charm
On a silver plate they hand her.
Intelligence beyond that of
the average pretty child.
Greater expectations
handed over with a smile.
Everyone expected her
to be someone so great,
So Debbie never experienced
the pain of high class hate.
Was never forced to give up her pride,
release her sense of wrong and right, or
Question who she was inside,
So joyful seemed her fate.
When Debbie met a working man
Her life turned upside down.
Pangs of despis'd love in the air
Causing elders to frown.
But Debbie didn't notice
all the warning bells ringing out.
Ignorantal bliss stopped her
from spotting coming drought.
And drowned she did
in love and lies,
Though how could she
Have know at the time?
That kind young gentleman
who came to call,
Was he who tripped her
and watched her fall.
Married young;
the family old.
People change;
He grew so cold.
Once a fire
burning bright,
His match soon ran-
There died the light
Once in his eyes,
Once in his heart.
His useless brain
an ex-work of art.
Gone are those days;
Now gone is his spark.
He burned down his world
And he tore her apart.
And love is no longer
held tight within
Now residing only outside
that large house of sin.
This is about my parents. It's personal. It's how their marriage is or at least how I see it. It's sad and I hope no one else ever has to live with a monster and a mute.
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~Dustin the Great
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