My Quierda
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lydia bagnall
I have been writing since I was about eleven, when I realised that I had a talent for it. I was getting above the usual grades for my tests in English... By lydia bagnall
Published on 11/29/2007
not in spanish and for thoses that dont know quierda is darling.Its a poem about love and how well i wont ruin it for you :)
XxBudding RosexX
My quierda
The tears refuse to drop from my eyes,
Oh wow what a surprise.
My screaming echos around the room,
You slam the door with a ear-splitting BOOM.
Why am i forced,
To live in this hell.
Have i caused this harm?,
Or does god just ignore my pleas?.
His boots are heavy alike army boots,
My noises resemble the ones of birds he shoots.
He just enjoys hearing me beg of him,
He stamps on my leg.
Why am i forced,
To live in this hell.
Have i caused this harm?,
Or does god just ignore my pleas?.
"Dearest quierda stop shouting and wriggling",
In my heart my conscious is niggling.
He finishes his peice and smiles,
He knocks my head hard;im staring at tiles.
Why am i forced,
To live in this hell.
Have i caused this harm?,
Or does god just ignore my pleas?.
"It will be over soon quierda",
He puts a pillow over my face.
Drowning out my screams,
Putting an end to all my dreams.
Why am i forced,
To live in this hell.
Have i caused this harm?,
Or does god just ignore my pleas?.
He's much stronger and wins easily,
My life is slipping away .
To a world iv'e always dreamed of,
To offer peace with the olive branched dove.
Oh wow what a surprise.
My screaming echos around the room,
You slam the door with a ear-splitting BOOM.
Why am i forced,
To live in this hell.
Have i caused this harm?,
Or does god just ignore my pleas?.
His boots are heavy alike army boots,
My noises resemble the ones of birds he shoots.
He just enjoys hearing me beg of him,
He stamps on my leg.
Why am i forced,
To live in this hell.
Have i caused this harm?,
Or does god just ignore my pleas?.
"Dearest quierda stop shouting and wriggling",
In my heart my conscious is niggling.
He finishes his peice and smiles,
He knocks my head hard;im staring at tiles.
Why am i forced,
To live in this hell.
Have i caused this harm?,
Or does god just ignore my pleas?.
"It will be over soon quierda",
He puts a pillow over my face.
Drowning out my screams,
Putting an end to all my dreams.
Why am i forced,
To live in this hell.
Have i caused this harm?,
Or does god just ignore my pleas?.
He's much stronger and wins easily,
My life is slipping away .
To a world iv'e always dreamed of,
To offer peace with the olive branched dove.