fingerprints
You never even gave her a chance…
all of her life, her youth, her innocence….
gone.
without a hand to hold dear when hers are shaking cold
….what have you done to her?
she’s beautiful
but you rouge her in sin
she’s growing
and you have her restrained
she’s scared
and you make her more fearful
she’s yours….
or under your iron thumb?
she cries herself to sleep
if she can sleep…
because insomnia creeps in
she sits up, awake, staring out the window
her heart emptied of a soul
…. did you take that from her, too?
she’s still hurting,
do you know?
she’s still bleeding,
do you care?
she’s still alone,
are you home?
mold her
while the clay is still fresh
was her best was not good enough for you?
….well, that’s you, and only you.
