Innocent Child

by AngelaB

She was an innocent child,
looked at him with stars in her eyes.
He wasn't a safe place,
filled her head with lies.
Criticized the body
her soul lived in.
She wouldn't ever measure up
to the world he lived in.
They touched her body
like it wasn't hers.
She was a child
There was no safe place
where her soul lived.
She looked for a safe warm place
for her soul to rest.
The hands that was to love her hit her.
Abandoned and alone.
She tries again to find that safe place
where her soul can rest.
The heart that was to love her spit in her face, told her she was unlovable.
Yet she tries again, yearning for that safe place, her soul is so tired.
He sees she is tired, easy to bend, he criticizes her until she breaks.
She is no longer whole, her soul in a thousand pieces.
She hides behind a smile and cries in the dark.
She just wants to be a safe place for her child.

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