SnakesA Poem by Death's PoetSo this poem is me bearing my sould over something that happened to me when I was younger. This poem was hard to right and isn't quite finished yet but I am proud of it
Oh the innocence of a girl in her youth
Who wishes to believe all men tell her is truth In her naivety she met a man, more a snake And once he left, her innocence he did take But, alas I digress, may I not skip ahead For in order of action should this story be read By mere chance one day their paths did meet He was clever and witty, she was pretty and sweet He gained her trust, though this wasn't too hard She gave it willingly, for she was not yet scarred. Enamoured with him this young girl became Though he was not, he pretended the same One day in a house, as the story runs its course What she said no to, he took by force Though she cried and she fought, the snake did not care The hell she went through, left her and her soul bare Finally when the torrment did quit He thought he could win her back by his wit The saddest part is, for a while this proved true She returned to her abuser, as most broken girls do For a while she stayed, while her senses were dull Then one morning she woke, and found herself a fool Out of her life, this snake she sent away And out of her life, the snake did stay Except for in her dreams that is, Where each night his memory lives The innocent girl with the bright, happy smile Forgot how to be happy and laugh for a while But thankfully this is not where the story ends For the girl was strong and so were her friends Though she is not the same as she was before the snake Though her innocence gone, her strength he could not take Out of the ashes that girl did rise Now aware of the snakes and denying their lies Though her innocence the snake did take, The girl he stole from he wasn't able to break
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