Silly

As wine flowed into her mouth,
So were the tears on her cheeks,
With each sip her tears dried,
At least it made a happy lie.

She had done it a second time,
This time she thought she’d not cry,
Maybe if she wouldn’t have tried,
She wouldn’t have gotten to a series of murder.

This would have been her second born,
The man she loves didn’t want the first one,
So she choose her happiness to please him,
She’d forever be treated like a door mat.

Ignorant she’d say he loves her,
Maybe after a while he’d want a good one,
At least one that they both planned for,
Pity her judgement was poor.

A day ago before her todays drink,
She was pregnant and happy he wanted this one,
On telling the good news,
That’s when he got to beat her as an excuse.

It started with a slap,
Then sweetheart am sorry I didn’t mean to slap you,
Now she’s miscarried,
But he doesn’t seem worried