one left turn and it takes you to my old house.
a right takes you to the police station.
the memory creeps up inside, every time i see the sign
two years. such a short time
yet it feels like yesterday in my mind.
i remember the smells.
the sweat dripping off your body
the dirt from the soil you worked
your hands felt like leather from the labor of your day
your voice soft and gentle, but behind it lay a lier and a demon
creating so many nightmares
so many destroyed memories
broken hearts and dreams
for one little girl
that you chose to touch
you were 35
i was 14
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
one left turn and it takes you to my old house.
a right takes you to the police station.
the memory creeps up inside, every time i see the sign
two years. such a short time
yet it feels like yesterday in my mind.
i remember the smells.
the sweat dripping off your body
the dirt from the soil you worked
your hands felt like leather from the labor of your day
your voice soft and gentle, but behind it lay a lier and a demon
creating so many nightmares
so many destroyed memories
broken hearts and dreams
for one little girl
that you chose to touch
you were 35
i was 14
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