Girl
There was a girl, a broken doll,
The innocent are the first to fall,
And so did she.
And so she did.
She couldn't touch, but needed to feel,
Her vacancy became too real,
It left her blind,
It left her numb.
He was there, he touched her knee,
He showed her where a touch could lead,
She lost herself,
She lost it all.
She felt comfort on her hips,
And flowers spilling from her lips,
She lost it all.
She lost it all.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2008
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