You have your hooks so deep!
The poor girl didn't know how to sleep.
She had no choice,
But to listen to your voice.
She was so innocent,
Frail,
Gentle,
Harmless,
Fragile.
You took advantage of her.
Is that what you want sir?
For her to be so vulnerable?
So the pain you inflict upon her will be understandable.
So you can just lie to her with all your filthy words;
All of your sincere lies.
You cut her deeper and deeper with each sword.
She won't stop you until the day she dies.
But then your task will be incomplete.
For you never wanted to hurt her.
You just wanted somebody to love you.
Just the way you loved her.
YOU ARE READING
Too late
PoésieCan you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....