This Time She Will Know

Another crappy poem....i am really losing my touch

Staring at the glass mirror
Broken from my bloody fist
All I want to do is tell her
Exactly what she missed

I cannot hide you anymore
I want you to hurt this time
If only I had seen before
This is no empty crime

Tell me who that child was
I need to know her name
I've got to tell your wife because
You've put her love to shame

A young girl with sex appeal
You thought you could just
Make your filthy fantasy real
Without breaking all our trust

To think I called you father
To think how much she gave
You have lost a daughter
Take those words to the grave