Your drunken nights ,
can be fun ,
but usually end up in a fight ,
thats okay though ,
I'll just turn up my music ,
and cry myself to sleep.
my music ,
screaming into my ear ,
cant drowned ,
your sounds ,
your being rude to her,
but i cant walk out there to stop you,
because i know it would only make it worse ,
so i clutch my pillow closer ,
to muffle my loud sobs ,
everything goes silent ,
and you guys are done ,
after a hour or so ,
i finally start to drift to sleep,
then i hear moans and groans,
from numerous orgasms ,
I wonder if they realize ,
there own daughter is still upstairs,
I look a the time ,
its nearly 6 a.m ,
12 more hours ,
and we will do it again ...
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Author:
kelseyroy (
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Comments2
HEEHEH cute 🙂 just like you love ya sis
justa lil question, how is this cute..
sorry that was not me , ! lmao a friend that was beside me .
Your picture especially with what follows is so sweet....the poem is such a helpless plea of pain, with no deliverance in sight. It is so sorrowful.
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