I should prob. state that all my poems are written b/c of things that happened to me--they aren't made up.
The good old days
My good old days
Weren’t all that good
Their relationship was just a phase
She gave him everything she thought she should
She tried to raise me best
My sister tried to care for me
But after a few years they both lost interest
And that’s when my daddy began to see
Secrets, lies, and nothing’s right
My daddy knew he wanted me
I’d hear them fight in the late, late night
So he fought to win custody
I was scared with nobody to comfort me
Questions were asked and pictures were drawn
I told them all that I loved my mommy
I was their little game piece, their little pawn
My daddy finally won the fight
And to my mommy I had to say good bye
I would silently cry in the middle of the night
I didn’t want to leave, but I see now that was a lie
I miss my mommy and love my daddy
I hate my daddy when we fight
And I think of how my mommy treated me badly
But then I thank God before I fall asleep at night
He got me out of that Godforsaken place
I see the past and look to the roads ahead
He has helped to put a smile on my face
I thank him for where I have been led
So my good old days my not have been great
I’m sorry that it had to happen
I was going down hill at a fast rate
But I think of how much worse it could have been
I look to the future and forget the past
My good old days weren’t the best
But my future days are going to last
I want to go on living, and forget the rest
~*~Fairytales do come true~*~
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