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Chapter 1 - n/a

That evening we walked & held on tight,
To each other as dark overcame light.

You suddenly grabbed my shoulder & threw me to the ground,
You covered my mouth so tightly I couldn't make a sound.

Tears started to form as you undid my shirt,
You threw it off & worked on my skirt.

Your hand never left my mouth as you continued to do,
The worst thing, my God, how could you?

I grasped your hair & tore at your face,
That did no good, you picked up the pace.

The scar from that night still burns,
The memory of you, doing the thing you yearned.

I wiped a tear as you finished & withdrew,
I rolled to my side wondering, 'who were you?'

I tried to scream as you hit my head,
I looked at the grass, the green turning to red.

I lay still awhile, crying quietly,
As you slunked away, quick & silently.

I looked around & saw that you left
I knew that you committed a crime, a theft.

I still remember that night, the day I lost,
I hope He finds you, so you can pay the cost.

I now wipe a tear & spread a smile,
For the man who now could walk a mile.

This poem is the memory of you,
Who committed a crime, my God how could you?

Chapter 1 - n/a

Chapter 1 - n/a
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Wild_Child on August 16, 2006, 3:30:08 AM

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Wild_ChildThis is so sad. It's very well organized. Poems like this are just so sad. Nice job