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Submitted August 16, 2006 Updated August 16, 2006 Status Complete | That evening we walked & held on tight, To each other as dark overcame light. You suddenly grabbed my shoulder & threw me to the ground, You covered my mouth so tightly I couldn't make a sound. Tears started to form as you undid my shirt, You threw it off & worked on my skirt. Your hand never left my mouth as you continued to do, The worst thing, my God, how could you? I grasped your hair & tore at your face, That did no good, you picked up the pace. The scar from that night still burns, The memory of you, doing the thing you yearned. I wiped a tear as you finished & withdrew, I rolled to my side wondering, 'who were you?' I tried to scream as you hit my head, I looked at the grass, the green turning to red. I lay still awhile, crying quietly, As you slunked away, quick & silently. I looked around & saw that you left I knew that you committed a crime, a theft. I still remember that night, the day I lost, I hope He finds you, so you can pay the cost. I now wipe a tear & spread a smile, For the man who now could walk a mile. This poem is the memory of you, Who committed a crime, my God how could you?
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Chapter 1 - n/a
Chapter 1 - n/a
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Wild_Child on August 16, 2006, 3:30:08 AM
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This is so sad. It's very well organized. Poems like this are just so sad. Nice job