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Lost Innocence
Pure and gentle heart
Trusting and gentle nature
Only seeing good
Innocent and not mature

Along came a man
who sought out her heart
Promised to take care
and protect her from the start.

Being her provider
She gave her heart to him
He showered her with gifts
He stole her from her kin.

Whisked away to another world
She was all confused
Too late now to go back home
She had been abused.

The love that she had given
to this perpetrator of youth
She had become a prisoner
No escape from this truth.

Every day her heart growing colder
Every moment a torment
How she yearned to go back home
This was her soul's lament.

How was she to escape this trap?
She could never go home again.
No courage in her heart now
He brought drugs to ease her pain.

A false sense of security
A cold smile upon her lips
Deep inside her soul was screaming
How to escape his evil grip.
Australian Poetic Society
9th August, 2002
Background midi:
Sorry seems to be the loneliest word
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You will find this poem at the Starlite Cafe Website.
Submitted:  16th September, 2002
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