bessiewilliams89's Letters
In the neck of the hood, where the children run wild,
There’s a story to be told, of a woman who once smiled.
The man was so mean, with a heart made of stone,
He almost took my life; he left me sad and alone.
He came with the sweet talk, like an R&B song,
But he showed his true colors, and everything went wrong.
His fists were l…read more