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Taken for Granted Kaylynn Little Quiet, dreadful nights turning into loud echoing screams and wet sheets Remembering the cold isolating touch of your hands on my shaken body I grimace at the thought of one day again, we might meet. I wish I hadn’t of been alone, regretting that I hadn’t brought somebody. The bad thing about having a trusting heart, is it doesn’t know when to stop Not wanting to believe that anybody could be capable of something so frigid How could someone be so heartless, as to force you down while they are on top No matter how much I said no, you stayed against my skin, your body rough and rigid. I cried out for help but your parents weren’t there, I guess they trusted you as much as I did Look where a heart of gold got me, here wishing my heart no longer felt a beat They didn’t believe you were capable of such a horrid act, in their defense you were just a kid That didn’t stop you however, I laid there frightened in a cold sweat. I don’t think I’ll ever fully recover, from the night you took me for granted I never would have taken you for that kind of person, then again I trusted you.
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
kaylynnlittle
Taken For Granted
Taken for Granted Kaylynn Little Quiet, dreadful nights turning into loud echoing screams and wet sheets Remembering the cold isolating touch of your hands on my shaken body I grimace at the thought of one day again, we might meet. I wish I hadn’t of been alone, regretting that I hadn’t brought somebody. The bad thing about having a trusting heart, is it doesn’t know when to stop Not wanting to believe that anybody could be capable of something so frigid How could someone be so heartless, as to force you down while they are on top No matter how much I said no, you stayed against my skin, your body rough and rigid. I cried out for help but your parents weren’t there, I guess they trusted you as much as I did Look where a heart of gold got me, here wishing my heart no longer felt a beat They didn’t believe you were capable of such a horrid act, in their defense you were just a kid That didn’t stop you however, I laid there frightened in a cold sweat. I don’t think I’ll ever fully recover, from the night you took me for granted I never would have taken you for that kind of person, then again I trusted you.
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ARTIST An artist all lonely at the end of the day Sat in her room all alone to paint She got out her brush and colored her canvas red She wished on the star that soon she’d be dead Her brush was a blade that made smooth strokes Her paint was bright red and caused her to choke Her throat was her canvas, big and wide She wished on the star that could no longer hide She feared being loved because in the end it was fake She feared giving trust since she knew what’s at stake All she wanted was peacefulness there as she laid She dropped the blade and smiled, for it wouldn’t be long Till she was finally free and for the last time she prayed “Dear lord please forgive me for the sins I have made Tell mommy I love her, I will soon fade.” And with her last words she laid still on the bed And envisioned the promise land bright in her head. -Kaylynn Little
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
kaylynnlittle
Artist
ARTIST An artist all lonely at the end of the day Sat in her room all alone to paint She got out her brush and colored her canvas red She wished on the star that soon she’d be dead Her brush was a blade that made smooth strokes Her paint was bright red and caused her to choke Her throat was her canvas, big and wide She wished on the star that could no longer hide She feared being loved because in the end it was fake She feared giving trust since she knew what’s at stake All she wanted was peacefulness there as she laid She dropped the blade and smiled, for it wouldn’t be long Till she was finally free and for the last time she prayed “Dear lord please forgive me for the sins I have made Tell mommy I love her, I will soon fade.” And with her last words she laid still on the bed And envisioned the promise land bright in her head. -Kaylynn Little
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