When innocence is stolen
Innocence, what bliss . Hand holding, hugging and a simple kiss. What being young and in love is all about having love for this entity without a doubt! Something about him makes me smile and that innocence lasted a while.
That day was different kinda tense, that was the day he stole my innocence. The gentle was now rough and bare , I didn’t fight him I was too scared, he took it without asking , without my consent that’s the day he stole my innocence.
Days and months went by but at night I still cry. I now hear his voice in my head the boy I once loved I now wish dead.
It’s hard to deal with the trauma and emotions when really all I want is to overcome them! Now it’s hard to find the bliss since the day he took my innocence.
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