Falling For The Scarred #YourStoryIndia

VI

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The day was cherry, she was awake,
Surrounded by the black the walls held,
She smelt the good bake.
She took in what was around her,
An awkward feeling arising,
Had no idea what was pricing.
The black walls, the pulled back blinds,
The sunlight, coming through bright.
Being her clumsy self, she knocked over the photo frame,
It layed down, shattered in pieces, she was to blame.
"Aren't you a bit lame?"
She looked up, the same green eyes.
He lent on the door frame,
A smirk playing on, as he closer came.
He picked up the pieces, secured the valued picture,
She looked amazed, "Your mum's pretty."
He looked at her, he sighed, "What happened to you kitty?"
She looked at him, trying to find a trace of amuse,
Afterall, you don't always find people concerning over your abuse.
The green eyes she looked at,
Looked nothing but sincere within them,
As upright she sat,
Images of last night, left a scar behind them.
The man she thought was kind,
Turned out to be a selfish, lustful blind.
She'd learnt not to easily trust,
Most of the men only want lust.
A lone tear slipped down her eye,
Those images from last night wouldn't say goodbye.
Her eyes stung, her mind haunted,
Her innocence, that was last night taken,
Her thoughts were daunted.
The green eyed boy remained silent,
Her let her cry,
Even then she looked breath taking, he wouldn't lie.
"There was this man, bloody drunkard," she whimpered,
"Washed with the thought of lust,
"I never thought I would be so crushed."
She looked at him, he gazed at her,
Looking at how broken she was,
It would be the world's loss.
"I thought I was strong, apparently, I'm not,"
"I thought I was brave,
But now I know, I'd rather hide in a cave."
"I am weak, I know now,
I've never thought of myself so low, is that the last blow?"
"But it's true, isn't it?
They say that the truth kills."

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