The DeedA Poem by snapstacheI scream for help But no one can hear.
I choke on words That shouldn't be said.
But I have to tell someone I have to tell Daddy what she's done.
I heard the moaning When he was out of town.
I heard her bed squeaking, The joy that escaped her lips.
I heard the man shush her I saw them in ther bed.
Mother begged me Not to tell.
But I can't hold it in. The words beg to escape my lips.
Daddy's home I run to him.
The tears well up In my eyes.
I tell him I tell him of all she's done.
The relief Is like a ton of bricks off my shoulders.
The pain Is like a thousand orgasms. :) © 2010 snapstacheAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on July 20, 2010 Last Updated on July 20, 2010 AuthorsnapstacheAbouti made this when i was eleven wow. a lot of memories here. feel free to look around i suppose although there won't be anything new posted. more..Writing
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