Her parents died
So she's forced to be a bride
And sell off her pride
She's 14 but still forced to grow up fast
Learn how to please a man
And submit.
She's 15 and she now knows how to hide her pain
She waits for the rain
To wash and drain
the stain
Off her body
Till he touches her again.
She gaze at the stars every
Night and whispers a wish
For all this pain to end
_Tao
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Emotions In Word's
Poesíawords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
