Sugar baby

plaything for daddy

showers her in money

she’s his honey

Fulfills her lifestyle

widens his smile

hugs and kisses

never his mrs.

he’s paying her college fees

she’s often on her knees

has a child to feed

gives her what she needs

Is it prostitution?

or business transaction

Is either getting hurt

is it all just sport

Sugar is nice

to life adds spice

but too much can be bad for you

I hope their actions they don’t rue

Bloodied lip

fractured hip

his idea of passion

my bones crushing

with each scream

his eyes gleam

my pain

his gain

I’m not submissive

he’s abusive

Hide and Seek is not for the meek

last time my parents didn’t find me for a week

no matter how much I peeked and squeaked

Next time I’ll eat garlic so I’ll reek

it will be a much shorter game of hide and seek

I’m still in love with who I thought you were

The memory of that belief
is what’s causing the grief

I’m still in love with the you
I thought I knew
I despise the real you

I thought I’d found something rare
But you were just a player with flair

I will be okay
there will be a day
that false memory fades away

Back in the driving seat
news goals to meet
accelerate at full throttle
have I got the bottle
the race is on
the wheel has spun
reality has hit with a bang
never boring been ying and yang
this living together is no easy task
our worries we both try and mask
we didn’t have a trial run
to me the real fun has just begun

Write me a letter, dear
In it your intentions make clear
Let your feelings appear
of what you’ll say I have no fear
I’ll keep it forever near
into my heart those words will sear
I’ll probably shed a happy tear
So please,
Write me a letter, dear