A Girl, A Boy, a Misused Toy

i love this poem.

A girl met a boy.

He didn’t think much of it.

She’d be his little toy.

 

The girl thought differently,

She thought he had potential.

He’d meet her folks, take her to prom,

Never thought he’d be detrimental.

 

The first date was good,

The second one was better,

But then came the third,

And he handed her a letter.

 

She opened it under the table,

On her knee, she laid it down.

It said, Come to my house tonight,

My folks are out of town.

 

She looked up suspiciously.

Did he think she was that easy?

But he said, “No, no! Not like that!

I know you’re not that sleazy!”

 

Relieved, she sighed and agreed,

And they went off in his car.

But things didn’t seem right…

They were going very far.

 

Suddenly, the girl didn’t recognize,

Anything at all.

She asked where exactly he lived,

He replied it was next to the mall.

 

But they passed the mall ages ago…

Something wasn’t right.

Though scared, she pulled up all the courage she had,

And said with all her might,

 

“Now listen here, boy, you take me home.

You’re really scaring me!”

To which he laughed and replied,

“I’ll never set you free.”

 

The girl sat and listened carefully,

To the quick thump thump of her heart.

This was it, she thought, I can’t believe it.

She desperately needed to dart.

 

She grabbed for her phone, and opened her door,

But it was already too late.

They had arrived at a run-down home,

Reached the final portion of their date.

 

He grabbed her arms, and held them tight,

Said, “I’m never letting go.”

The tears leaked out, it couldn’t end like this.

She couldn’t let it--no!

 

But he was stronger, faster, smarter,

And soon she was in the bed.

Resisting still, she couldn’t escape,

By the end of the night, she was dead.

 

Lying, soaked in blood, on the cold, stone floor,

And with one last kick from the boy,

It proved the boy was sick criminal,

And the girl, his little toy.

A Girl, a Boy, a Misused Toy
Once upon a time,

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

Ah, I really like this.
Really Great write.'
It's got an interesting edge to it.
-E.R

[JRB]

Pleasure and pain make not a good match, nice write,
Jan/uisiom

[Alaina]

I really like this!:) its dark, at some time in our lives weve all been there emotionally unfortunately. But this is a really nice way to convey the physical pain. You might want to check the flow around the middkle, but other then that is an amazing poem keep up the great work!
- Thanx so much for sharing!

[Vanessa P]

This is a dark poem, I like it. Although at some areas I feel like it didn't flow just right for me as I was reading it out. But altogether it still captured my interest. Nice work!