very archaic, petrified,
hiding in the dark of night.
in the alleys made of stone,
wrapped in coat, her mother sewn.
threw a glance at a shadow cold,
a man with a lighter, looking bold.
arching under thousands stars,
she watched people walk on by.
he stepped forward,
took her grip,
made her enter in his Jeep.
driven her back to his house,
introduced him to his spouse.
she laid in bed, with pink sheets paired,
in a room she and her brother shared.
she had no reason to be scared,
her family had really cared.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
very archaic, petrified,
hiding in the dark of night.
in the alleys made of stone,
wrapped in coat, her mother sewn.
threw a glance at a shadow cold,
a man with a lighter, looking bold.
arching under thousands stars,
she watched people walk on by.
he stepped forward,
took her grip,
made her enter in his Jeep.
driven her back to his house,
introduced him to his spouse.
she laid in bed, with pink sheets paired,
in a room she and her brother shared.
she had no reason to be scared,
her family had really cared.
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