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Maddii Lloyd Apr 2016
As he held her hand for the last time, whispering to Her trust me ! As they jumped both jumped Into the murky water beneath them, not knowing one of them will never resurface !
Maddii Lloyd Apr 2016
I'm the girl your daddy said you were too good for
I'm the girl your mummy said will get no where in life
I'm the girl your sisters scared of ..

Your the boy daddy said not to date,
Mummy said Your the boy who will end up in jail
Big brother said your the boy not to trust

But now I'm your girl !
And your my boy
And we are the kids our parents warned us about
Maddii Lloyd Apr 2016
As his lips left hers, him not knowing her deadly secret she was hiding ... Not only she had 3 months to live, she was also carrying his best friends child !
Maddii Lloyd Apr 2016
rough me up
play fight
kick, scratch, bite

hold me down,
kiss my neck,
tease me more.

step by step
planning my next move
tackle you to the ground..

lips to neck,
hands intertwined,
I am yours ... and
you are mine!
Maddii Lloyd Apr 2016
when the lights go out. its just me and you.

lips locked together
hands exploring bodies

moans
gasps
screams

your everything that for fills my addiction
my craving
your my cure.

your my daily dosage of ***, love and drugs in one

bite marks, scratch marks, hickeys and bruises...

just the taste of your skin in my teeth
your body on mine
our hands intertwined

saliva wasn't the only thing getting swapped that night
and its driving me.....

WiLd
Maddii Lloyd Apr 2016
“wrong number” came from a familiar voice,
On the other end of the phone before,
Hanging up.

“wrong number” the voice being very familiar,
It rings over and over in my head,
Who could it be.?

“wrong number”
“wrong number”
“wrong number”

…..

I called her the other day, I pretended it was the wrong number
I just wanted to hear her voice one last time,
I needed to hear her voice.
“hello?” her voice still
Clear in my mind,
The last persons voice I wanted to hear,
Before my car was wrapped around a tree.
Maddii Lloyd Apr 2016
I don't want to be a mother and have my children running their small petite hands over my scars and reminding me of the past, running their hands over them and asking what happened, running their hands over them and going mummy ouchies it will break my heart.....
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