Only a child,
With a lively heart and an imaginative mind,
Innocent and naive,
A smile carved on her faceㅡyou'll find.
He approached,
Tall and sinister,
But she was too blind.
"Can I be your friend?"
Mom said not to talk to strangers,
In her eyesㅡhe was kind.
She couldn't see,
His desirable eyes,
His maskㅡhe perfectly designed.
Day by day,
Touching and grabbing,
To satisfy,
Her chance to runㅡhe confined.
Mere confusion and sheer horror,
Her daddy's legsㅡshe wished to hide behind.
Feeling her purity trickle with the tears,
Pleasure showing in his vicious smirk,
His fingers on her skinㅡhe vined.
Somehow, she ran,
Hope bubbling when she saw her escape,
With terror and desperation combined.
Years gone by, she smiled again,
It was never the same,
His violating touch played on rewind.
He wasn't there,
But he was always there,
His revolting voice maligned.
Crying every night,
Lost a part of herself,
Her soul she wretchedly refined.
Trying to move forward,
She fears every touch,
His markㅡforever he had signed.
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Once Upon A Time
Thơ caOnce upon a time, There was a girl who hid behind her bedroom door to cry her eyes out. Once upon a time, There was a boy who thought today was his last day. Once upon a time, A group of people in a community lived to assassinate; they are society...
