Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Foolish
Folded
His thoughts
Like origami,
The thick regret
In his eyes, I swear,
I'd swallowed my tongue...
He puts his filthy hands on me.
Moments later, I'm thrown from his
Side and pray this is a memory to forget.
Later, I'd tell the story to others and
Laugh, thinking it funny that my
Trust and innocence had been pierced,
And jeopardized by a creepy, silent
Bearded man hoping to rip from
Me a minute or two of
Pleasure; my stomach
Rises up into my
Throat and I
Get angry for
Being foolish.
4-5-10
His thoughts
Like origami,
The thick regret
In his eyes, I swear,
I'd swallowed my tongue...
He puts his filthy hands on me.
Moments later, I'm thrown from his
Side and pray this is a memory to forget.
Later, I'd tell the story to others and
Laugh, thinking it funny that my
Trust and innocence had been pierced,
And jeopardized by a creepy, silent
Bearded man hoping to rip from
Me a minute or two of
Pleasure; my stomach
Rises up into my
Throat and I
Get angry for
Being foolish.
4-5-10
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