A girl saved me
In a previous life
An escapee from boggo road
She hid in the vice
Of the city lights
Where she wouldn't be exposed
She was a tough cookie
Compared to her I had little sin
But we got on
Both on fire
Dartboards for the pin
I worked the days
She worked the nights
Our lifestyle was expensive
I could hardly fight
My Innocence was my might
Without it I was defenceless
An Italian grocer
Was counting a large wad of cash
She gave me a look
That said
Grab it an make a dash
I ignored her and bought some grapes
The grapes were sweet but not to her taste
He was ready for a punk like me
I read it in his eyes
He would have broken my legs
If I was lucky
And flicked me like a flee
I think back on my past
The times I was dead
She saved me once
I am grateful that
I never lost my head.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Morality is a great thing to have 2781.
Andy
I guess I was fortunate to have had love.
You escaped, be thankful. Many don’t and get dragged into a life of crime. I’m thinking here about young people in particular in inner city gangs. I enjoyed the read.
I guess we all fit in, somewhere.
The void, unfortunately, often, gets filled with the wrong stuff.
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