sonnet 3.7.13.

They say the broken bones can harder heal
And tolerate the trauma that next shock
It just needs time a tranquil ticking clock
Youll walk a fresh path angels will reveal
When my babe left me Id weep sob and squeal
The hallowed memories were not for hock
And first dates fizzled out on my knees knock
I felt that babe had ruined me frankly real
He was so mean to mum defending me
I did him favours back Id act so brave
Id weather his abuse Id writhe his rave
As quick hed praise me pretty funnily
If I cant let go distanced rudely rip
Then inside me there bides a want of whip
Chorus rip tear gash