The Lesson
The smell still lingers
of minutes before.
Passion and lust
in her little world.
The eyes did not weep,
nor did they shine.
They burned with a fire
of unholy desire.
Songs turned around.
Innocence now lost.
Loud and secure,
making all cower.
Life changed in seconds,
from one moment's yield.
Never the same,
will she feel.
Her face is now grown.
Her spirit turned.
She lost all she had
for a lesson learned.
Copyright © Louise Picek | Year Posted 2007
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