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My gift

Contributed by darkplaidbabe on Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 03:52:02 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Don’t touch me
You’re no longer allowed
Before it happened I use to be so proud
I had it pretty hard but I still could’ve been all right
If you hadn’t ruined me, that dark summer night
I was just a little girl but I guess you didn’t care
You used me and when you were done, you left me lying there
Now my greatest treasure that was my god given right to give
You’ve used for your own pleasure and I’ve lost my will to live
Now I feel dirty, disgusting, raw
Not only can I not forget what you did, but what I saw
The look in your eyes, of violence and lust
It traumatized me and now I’ve lost all my trust
I’m afraid to be near a man, or even be alone
Every time it rings, I’m afraid its you on the phone
I see you at parties or in the park
You’re imprinted in my mind, I see you in the dark
I could’ve saved it for my husband or at least someone I loved
But you stripped me of that right, now I feel inadequate like im not enough
You raped me, stole away my innocence
I wanted my first time to be gentle yet intense
But it wasn’t like that at all, in fact I didn’t even have a choice
You silenced my protests with a knife to my throat, and I’ve never regained my voice
Well I certainly hope you go to hell, id like to watch you burn
You’ve stolen a gift that belonged to me, a gift that can’t be returned




Copyright © darkplaidbabe ... [ 2005-01-02 15:52:02]
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Re: My gift (User Rating: 1 )
by poetmarie on Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 03:56:28 PM AEST
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Very intense and powerful. So tragic. Well written and one I can identify with - to a point. I don't know if this actually happened to you but I know that pain - I was raped too.


Re: My gift (User Rating: 1 )
by darkplaidbabe on Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 04:03:04 PM AEST
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Yes, almost all and any of my poems are true stories. thanks for commenting!
~Kreamy


Re: My gift (User Rating: 1 )
by DorianChambers on Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 04:34:31 PM AEST
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Beautifuly written and intencely felt, i'm sorry 4 your pain . . .

Dorian Chambers




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