Eight years ago this weekend
My innocence was stolen
My childhood had been lost
I had been robbed of the one thing every girl can call her very own
Nothing pure left except the tears on my pillow
A unknown
A figure in the dark came by force and took it all
Took the only real thing I can call my very own
No longer a fresh blooming flower to offer
Only fifteen years old with an every girl teenage dream to give it to my chosen future lover
Broken dreams
My innocence stolen my childhood lost
Taken by a figure in the dark eight years ago this weekend