Sweet face
Sweeter smile
Cute pink lips
Pale every then and now
Looking like a angel I could have been
But you took my innocence
When you took me in
I was perfect, nice and sweet
But what you did
Made my niceness retreat
Warm heart, cold hands
Imagine the damage that can be done by man
For years I lived in the wreckage
Of my childish heart
But life caught up to my slow start
I stopped feeling what you did and became the crow
I know what you did, and now they know
I carried the shame and burden in a heavy cart
Lost my warmth and love, so I'm little black heart
Didn't seek love for a while
But I'm not dumb
Having a little black heart makes you numb
It gave me some time to think
About what was done
Now my little black heart is beating on and on
YOU ARE READING
Words from the Crow's mouth (#Wattys2015)
RandomWhat is held in my mind Is on the pages of this book Sorry if some are blurry Or easily mistook But I write for you with great intentions So my faith can not be shook And I write without condition So I am no crook ~ WhiteCorvus
