May 15, 2007 21:25
When I was a young child,
I never saw the world through rose colored glasses.
I always knew the truth of your actions.
I always had my suspisions and predictions.
Now everything has been brought to light.
Because of your mistakes and actions,
This family is falling to peices.
The seeds of your mistake and selfishness,
had planted dispear and heartache in your children.
They are torn between their parents,
Who will they choose?
Their mother or father?
They cannot live without them,
But they cannot live without each other.
Your actions in the past,
Effect the present and the furture.
Things you have done
Is now the bases of the distruction.
This family is now broken,
Your children is now hurting,
And things will never be repaired.
sad,
poem