My First Love was a Thief
An angel is Singing a lullaby softly under the silver moon tonight
Lilac color gracing her cheeks in the cold;
Laying atop a Blanket with her hair splayed softly around her figure
Images of happiness and Laughter dancing somewhere behind her eyes
As Wine colored blood escapes her lips as a silent sigh in the darkness
Her heart shattered when he drove away in his 77' Camaro, taking her soul with him;
Leaving her alone with Tears washing waterfalls of silent sadness over her ivory skin
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Evolution
Non-FictionThere are a lot of things you don't really think about until they happen to you. Take rape, for instance. I always thought, "That won't happen to me. I have a boyfriend. I trust him. He would never take advantage of me like that..." I couldn't have...
