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An ode to broken homes, a plea from a broken heart

Don’t take him away
not as easy as that
We talkin bout my son
here you know
not a couch, a TV or cat

Supervised visits
are hardly the same
Not when its my blood
that courses strongest
Thru little mans veins

I wouldn’t give a f**k
if i was a scumbag dad
Like yours, to him,
you kids were just
some temporary fad

Cos my son i love
more than, i love my life
But this rift cuts my chest
and scarrs me deep
like a solicitors letter knife

I know am not perfect
you know that you’ve won
Honestly do you really think
i would ever
harm our beautiful son

‘Have a word wi yasel man’
look what damage you’re causing
Try to ignore
whispers in your ear
your familys sick applauding

It’s not Hopeless yet
we can all aggree on one thing
That your motives
are NOT unselfish
it’s the bairn who’s suffering

When you’ve extracted all ya can
when there aint a morsel left
Can you please get back to me
with some dates a can see me son
…….When’s best?

It’s not him who’s at blame here
you’re acting like child
Did it have to go pearshaped
I thought we’d reconciled

I’m gonna say this once
and it happened at the start
As soon as you
first took him from me
You F**king Broke My heart

The greivances you claim
don’t even compare
Not having my
little boy in my life
is far more worse
than my worst
My level most horrific worst
nightmare

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