Mother help me,
he comes in the night,
his touch hurts me,
he says he loves me,
The child stays silent,
Looking back his heart wants to scream.
Time comes to pass.
The man lays before me.
Dead,
why do I cry?
Tears please dry.
He deserved it,.

I was a child,
who he defiled.

*So why do I cry?

Endless nights confessing.
I tried to guard my heart.
Past mistakes still burdened me.
in the back of my mind.
You told me this time would be different.
To take a leap of faith
Then I started to trust you.
That was my biggest mistake.
Because now I sit here alone
Wondering where my heart has fled.
One day I’m yours
and the next, you’re gone.

Can life be but spring dresses and pomegranates on my lips?
A slight scent of roses and honey?
A simple breeze?
Can skin be soft and flawless, and soaking in the glow of the April sun?
Can I wander alone? or perhaps... with you?
Then a constant showering, where the sky turns dark and the flowers grow.
Let's stay inside, veil the windows, watch the lightning.
The sheets are warm, and so am I - safe in your arms.
It's merely a concept of being content, a concept to consider.
And with the sun, the spring dress goes on.
A blanket in a meadow.
And you.