Evil Hands

I wrote this when I was thirteen.

Hands creeping and crawling in all of the wrong places.

making thier way into the no go zone.

These hands are forbidden.

Lips that travel.

So soft yet so painfull.

Sighns everywhere.

Don't! , Stop!, Go back!

Those sighns are ignored

The hands gentle yet full of hurt,

The hands that with one little touch can create a scar.

The voice that cried and screamed for help!.

Somebody please make him leave!.

those hands are now away but not behind bars.

still the scars have not began to fade.

Reviews

[Hellslastwarrior]

Nice i take it this poem was about a boy that could not take things slow he had one thing upon his mind that been lust, not the kind of thing girls of 15 look for. This poem really calls out to the anger and hurt that can be caused by a single misleading moment created by lust and dies by lust.
Time does not heal, the brain does.
Ted