A Child's Heart Broken
How do I tell my children I love?
That a father to them, he is free of
A decision made from his heart not mine
This action should be made an illegal crime
Three broken hearts carried in hand
They placed the pieces on top quick sand
Watching their little hearts being swallowed
As tears of sadness rolled down and followed
As I visually examine the pain now caused
My heart beat just stopped it sadly paused
How could I mend their broken hearts?
Caused by a man who ripped them to parts
No words can describe the pain I feel
Of this real life torture so vivid and real
If only I could heal their heart so broken
Their feelings ignored their words unspoken
Their title now traded by a man without meaning
Always profanity and words demeaning
To express his true emotions and thoughts
Three hearts dumped in the trash to just sit and rot
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