Unwelcomed love

It didn’t matter that he’d given her a black eye the night before,
he was still there,
It mattered little that he spit in her face,
abused her name and left stripes on her back from his army belt,
never letting her out of his sight
At least he stayed,
No other man had stayed after seeing her disfigured face,
caused by fire that killed her mother and made her father go away,
That put her in Foster homes for naughty children,
Who don’t listen to their mother’s and play with matches


  1. Ur story is lucid nd clear as day nd i cnot hlp fil the cold emotions filin my eyes wit sadness. Gr8 wrk!

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