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The "Grown Up" Game
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The "Grown Up" Game |
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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert 
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The “Grown Up” Game “Play the “Grown Up” game with me You play Mommy I’ll be Daddy Touch me where no one can see It’s our little secret” Those words still linger in my head Filling me with a world of dread How many times I just played dead It’s our little secret I see inside you still know From feelings that I cannot show I remember what happened long ago It’s our little secret Your worried that I will let out So you begin to cry and pout And then with anger you do shout “It’s our little secret” I begged to God “please let him die” So I don’t have to live this lie Then you got sick and I know why It’s our little secret The stroke has left you powerless To try and ask for forgiveness I’m glad, I feel in all fairness It’s our little secret Some secrets just must be shared I see now that someone cared In your eyes you look so scared It’s our little secret. ------------------ Let my words fall first upon deaf ears before a closed mind... |
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jfreak Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 306Yuma, AZ, USA |
Hey blondy, Let me say if this is about you then let me apologize for this man. He is a vile perverse man. I have had so many friends and girl friends that this has happened to and it just makes me sick. You have written a very powerful poem here. The most important thing which is the hardest thing is to forgive. You are a very talented poet. Keep up the great work and I look forward to more peices by you. Jfreak |
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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert |
jfreak, Hello again! I'm glad to see your still reading my stuff! This poem was actually written tonite for a friend of mine. She shared the story of what happened to her with me, and though I know words alone cannot help, I needed to find some outlet for her, and myself. I took a chance with this, the subject is shocking and sickening to many of us, but for far too long there are too many people who keep quiet. I pray that someone in this situation will know there are always those of us around who if we can do nothing else, will listen. You are right when you say forgiveness is a key. Let God bring the wrath that man cannot. ------------------ Let my words fall first upon deaf ears before a closed mind... |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
a dreadful subject, i agree...but lovely woven into poetry ------------------ i never call a poem "nice" or such, for that would not be saying much |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Destiny always paints the final stroke. This work is excellent. |
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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert |
For reading, and commenting, two simple words...Thank You. ------------------ Let my words fall first upon deaf ears before a closed mind... |
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Sundance Member
since 1999-07-11
Posts 123 |
Very nicely done!  I will look forward to more of your work! |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
No child should ever go through this but I'm glad your friend has you.. HUGS ------------------ You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. |
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Emmy Member
since 1999-06-29
Posts 194KY |
It almost hurt to read this poem. How awful that stuff like this has to happen! :"( |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
I love the last stanza! |
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