Cura's Poetry Dump

Any poems I write from now on that don't go anywhere else shall go here.

I guess when you were one...

I let you have all the fun.

I know when you were two...

I told you lies that weren't true.

I think when you were three...

Some free time then came to me.

I said when you were four...

“I'll leave you behind a door”.

I bet when you were five...

You'd already learned to strive.

How I...

Wished when you were six that the swords had been of sticks.

Oh yes...

I cried when you were seven,

Whilst your daddy went to heaven.

And then...

Pleaded long when you were eight,

Praying for some meals on my plate.

How far...

I fell down when you were nine,

Said: “all you ever wanted's time.”

Finally I have prayed now that you're ten: “Let me not see my child again.”

The End

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