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so young
16. not a day older nor young
so innocent, doesnt understand the world
money, her parents talk over the table
spitting their half chewed potatoes and pork
happy birthday written bold along the room
smiles all round. so happy.
the scent of a new jumper surrounds her un touched skin;
to covered up for him.
she knows where shes heading tonight,
meeting a man. sometime around te.
her parents so naive, not a clue where shes heading
"see you later love" they call from the door,
she waves goodbye.
100m walk to the train station,
his train has not yet left for her.
she still has time to be smile, shes not over yet
he was old. 50's from a glance
she seemed so out of place next to him
"here, i heard its your birthday"
baffled, she accepts
broken words spill from her virgin lips
he stops her with a kiss.
her first, but far from final.
his pleasure reaches a high;
not peaked, not just yet.
this man is no stranger, he is her controller.
they've met many times before on the 61 bus
she knows what he wants. she's his, by law.
legal. she has reached the age he loves to see
on young girls birth certificates.
so weak, she doesnt know what to do when he puts his claiming arm around her like that
so pure, unsure of how to kiss his beary, alcholic face when he pulls her in
so young, forgets how to smile and laugh at his dirty innuendos about her child like body
she wants to go home.
but she cant. shes all his.
what happens next is a mystery
i guess we will never know.
her family left to ache
her room left empty for years to come
her husband and unborn children will never meet her,
only in her dreams
shes left behind alot, so much haunting pain.
but he is happy. so who the fuck cares?
so innocent, doesnt understand the world
money, her parents talk over the table
spitting their half chewed potatoes and pork
happy birthday written bold along the room
smiles all round. so happy.
the scent of a new jumper surrounds her un touched skin;
to covered up for him.
she knows where shes heading tonight,
meeting a man. sometime around te.
her parents so naive, not a clue where shes heading
"see you later love" they call from the door,
she waves goodbye.
100m walk to the train station,
his train has not yet left for her.
she still has time to be smile, shes not over yet
he was old. 50's from a glance
she seemed so out of place next to him
"here, i heard its your birthday"
baffled, she accepts
broken words spill from her virgin lips
he stops her with a kiss.
her first, but far from final.
his pleasure reaches a high;
not peaked, not just yet.
this man is no stranger, he is her controller.
they've met many times before on the 61 bus
she knows what he wants. she's his, by law.
legal. she has reached the age he loves to see
on young girls birth certificates.
so weak, she doesnt know what to do when he puts his claiming arm around her like that
so pure, unsure of how to kiss his beary, alcholic face when he pulls her in
so young, forgets how to smile and laugh at his dirty innuendos about her child like body
she wants to go home.
but she cant. shes all his.
what happens next is a mystery
i guess we will never know.
her family left to ache
her room left empty for years to come
her husband and unborn children will never meet her,
only in her dreams
shes left behind alot, so much haunting pain.
but he is happy. so who the fuck cares?
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