Lost
Robbed of inhibitions. Misled with perverted ways. With dollar signs as arrows
self-worth has been betrayed. Not believing there is a soul within to be lost. A
heart left to ponder on what happiness cost.
Copyright © Juliet Herrera | Year Posted 2007
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