A sweet gentleman you could’ve been,
Then you said you need to drink.
Beer, whisky, vodka and gin,
There wasn’t a night you weren’t pink.
For each night I craved your kiss,
But all I got were your fists.
I have befriended a thousand glass shards,
When they pierced right through my heart.
You tore down the wall,
You sang through the hall.
The rage in you I always feared,
You were nonchalant when I teared.
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