He said he loved me, I think he lied.
After what he did, I could have died.
I felt so lost, searching out my soul, he forced himself on me, trying to
reach his goal.

It's like looking down as something happens, a hunter moving in on prey
to trap them. You watch as he goes in for the kill, knowing you are forced
to be so still.

Trapped in your own world of violence, living in a place of silence. Not
daring to tell a soul, for fear of them calling you a fool.

You sit alone by day and cry by night and pray to GOD he'll help you
fight.

One day you'll look back and you'll have learned from this, and
you'll know it wasn't right for him to steal that kiss. But for
now you sit secluded and alone, hoping to one day make peace of your own.
 
Copyright © starr4655, All Rights Reserved