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Bobby Bear And The Princess Summer Fall (eor's challenge)
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Bobby Bear And The Princess Summer Fall (eor's challenge) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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When I was a young girl, I lived alone with my mother in a broken down trailer on the outskirts of town, there were no other choices after Daddy left home; daytime Momma drank whiskey, said she ached to the bone, cried in the shadows, and I was alone; I stayed around to keep house from the time I was nine. At night men came calling, I'd hide in my bedroom until it was daytime and they'd gone away. Sometimes they left money and often more whiskey, on a good day we'd walk into town with Momma holding my hand, she'd be smelling like perfume tobacco and whiskey and she'd always tell me to get what I can, that I should always assume I had to smile and be friendly ‘cause there's no way of knowing what pleases a man. When I got older and started to showing it was time to leave home, knowing the way those old men looked at me; I met you that first day when the bus took me away from that small-minded town, you came up to me smiling to say I was pretty and you showed me the best times I'd ever known; now those memories are faded, cracked like old pictures left in the sunshine to curl and turn brown. Oh Bobby where are you? I'm so very lonely and it seems like forever since I've been down, when you're not around and I'm here by myself you're always gone for so long; the TV's still broken since the fight Christmas night, when you stumbled home so late and annoyed, and I said I could tell you'd been with a woman like Momma would smell after spending a night with the men and even the drugs you left don't make me feel right and I just don't like it when I'm here all alone; lately even when you finally come home you aren't the Bobby I'd always known. My sweet Bobby Bear who was so good to me and called me your Princess as sweet as could be, I can still hear it when we're talking inside of my head when I'm smelling your pillow, when I'm alone in our bed, and you're not even there to see, now it seems like we only meet when you can be inside of me, even then you can scare me ‘cause you're always all drunk and high or angry about coming down, and you scream and you hit me whenever I cry, and your eyes they despise me and make me feel lost and worthless and you always tell me how much it costs to keep me around and how I should see that you're too good to me. Oh Bobby sweet Bobby oh please don't you see I'm so alone and I don't feel good any more, and you hurt me with bad names as you rush out the door; I've been good like I promised, I swear I've been good, won't you please please come home I'm waiting right here... I did what you said my sweet Bobby Bear, I went down to the clinic said I fell on the stairs, I swear I didn't say a single word about you, and I told them instead I'd been sick with the flu; they patched me up, gave me pills for the pain and I did what you said, I saved them for you; oh please won't you come and hold me again. Dear God bring him home, I need him so much tonight, I promise I'll be good and not start a fight, I really don't want to ‘sides I can't fight with you you're bigger and smarter and meaner than Hell, and you know these past months I just don't feel well. I'll make you happy my sweet Bobby Bear, just give me a chance I swear I'll never ask you to take me dancing any more; I wish I was still pretty like when I was young wearing hand me down Mary Jane's and my blue pinafore. Bobby oh Bobby won't you walk through the door and smile like you used to do, I'll be so good for you Baby just let me try, I swear I'll be good you'll really see I don't lie, I'll do anything be anything you want me to be, anything Baby and I swear I won't cry; give me to your friends again if that makes you smile, I'll be anything you want just stay awhile, ‘cause I want to die whenever you're gone. Even when you give me some of the drugs that you're on, I don't like it when I'm here alone, please my sweet Bobby my big Bobby Bear, please come on home I'll be right here, I'll turn the lights low so you won't even know that it's me; I need to feel your hands the way things used to be before when I was young, before I made you break my nose, before the scars and you still thought I was pretty; can't you see me? I'm not so far away, don't you know me? I'm really still here ‘neath the bruises and tears. ©2004 by icebox |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
damn man... too real.. too close |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
wow, challenge so well met, i feel chills over me... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
icebox An old story that you told very well. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox Amazing! Such a real and sensitive write.....Very well done!! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I knew this would hurt |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Just wanted you to know I was here.  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
had to come visit this again... not out of a desire to visit where it takes me, but out of desire to see how well it was told. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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