The fresh air caresses her skin.
Only view from the tower she is locked in.
Day by day she sees kids play and shout.
Alone in a palace where others are locked out.
A father overbearing and cautious of the world.
Only wanting what is best for his princess, his sweet little girl.
Tis night after night they argue and plead,
Both cases are hard to read.
Words are spewed one of hate, one of love.
"I hate you," she says as he raises his hand up above.
A loud smack can be heard as the silence falls thick.
Regret among both sides make each other so sick.
A young girl who only wanted to see the world.
An old man who only wants what's best for his little girl.
She runs, he slouches both cry and wail.
Her face red, his turns white and pale.
Morning comes, she learns she is now free.
Goes outside to feel the breeze.
The cost is pain, loss and grief.
Feelings come and go, oh so brief.
She wishes she could turn back time.
His soul in pain for his crime.
She is free, and her kidnapper has died.
News breaks out who she really is.
A baby once stolen a family who has missed.
The fresh air caresses her skin.
The story of a lost child, Gracie Lynn.
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The Beauty of Written Word
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry that I have written, they will be random not followed by a theme. You must express yourself and free yourself from negativity I do this by writting poems.
