My Hero

​The night you came home
After a long day of work.         

  

I rejoiced; seeing you         

                     

Was one thing I loved.

As a little girl, you were my hero
And I loved learning things from you
MS paint, photography


And all the abuses too.

A few shots of whiskey


A few shots of rum
Into your system;
I wish I could run away,
And leave the city.

And find a new apartment
And live alone

So that every night


I don’t feel like
It’s I, instead of you who has to atone.

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