His nasty eyes stripped me,
The sensation of pleasure oozing through him,
The day I didn't want to be there,
A day I didn't ever want to share,
A day I was ripped from my clothes,
And bent over.
This was never love,
This was greed
And selfishness.
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Hugs & Kisses
PoetryLife is as magical as it can be for me, until I met "HIM" He had jumbled my thoughts, priorities, and self worth. He had made me feel so small in this world, when I wasn't. We all have met someone like him... And I hope those who have not, never do...
