she was only 16 years
but that did not stop him
her pure reflection stolen
by a man, a monster
who robbed to gain
lips with likeness
to that of a fresh morning rose
her long dark tresses
they flowed with accordance
to that of the winds of change
not even the purist of falls
could cleanse her soul
not even the finest of oils
could purify her life
her soft and gentle hands
have lost their touch
for vengeance has gained
an innocent spirit
and stained her heart
with hate.
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Unsaid Words
PoésieThe eyes reveal an untold story of those that the ground has swallowed and those that walk but feel not their feet upon this Earth. The untold stories of spirits and the living UNVEILED within these words to set their souls free.
