she was just eighteen,
young and beautiful like a painting,
innocent of love and sex wanting,
her dreams and ambitions in her waiting,
to many she was this ray of lighting,
to few she would fit dating.
And just like that,
a second in a beat of a heart,
a release of a fart,
she found whats not,
she was forced to take the metal thats hot.
Yes its hard but she got rapped,
her mouth gagged and taped,
her nicely curved body misshaped,
lacking the idea of a cry she only wept,
i can only empathise with what she felt.
Her sweet world had crumbled,
shaken down by a royal rumble,
bitteness filled what was humble,
words disappered to pave way for mumbles,
out of peace with herself she couldnt have Jambo,
to her life was a poor gumble.
She now carries the venomous fruit,
out of that killer fluid,
she doesnt want to keep it,
the evidence of a bad ending,
like a weary snake she only wants to shed off her skin,
not to make the next of kin.
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