He was a lion in the morning. He was a lion in the night. He was everything I ever wanted. He was everything I was too weak to fight. His voice was rain.
His touch was fire. His words knocked me down; with a devastating desire. My heart wasn't blossomed ; And ready to burn. Like magic he drew me in,
But I had so much yet to learn. 17 is very young. 17 is very green.
A 17 year old shouldn't become the plaything; for a teenage boy's wicked dream. You see, my glasses weren't on.
I never saw the signs. But he saw straight through me. He knew naïveté'd made me blind. I worshipped the very ground that he walked.....
*********Hey everyone! Sorry it took me so long to upload, this is an old chapter that I added to end this story. I will write a new one soon; but I hope you all enjoy the chapter! Thank you💕
