My capture has strong hands that hold me.
They are large and pale, beautiful hands to say the least.
They once wrapped around my neck as I gasped for air clawing at them
as the life seemingly drained out of me.
But they are beautiful none the less .
Muscular hands they are.
Why must he be so strong to hurt me?
My capture has beautiful eyes.
When they aren't glaring at me with hate I can notice the little stars hidden in his gleaming green irises.
Hate filled eyes they are.
Who hurt him for him to hurt me...
They are charming none the less.
My capture is very smart
Smart enough to keep hit me where they won't see.
Does he really need to be smart to hurt little old me?
Smart none the least
He hurts me but my capture is kind
He hates me but my capture is kind
I love him so my capture is kind
My capture is kind
My capture is kind
My capture is kind
My capture is KIND
Why aren't I kind to myself.
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Poetry"The devil told me I was a simple child." A young girls poetry book. All poems are original and are made by myself
