17 and Broken

Sweet hearts,shattering like broken glass.
moon colored kisses on,not wanted lips.
pink lace curtains fall as she struggles.
she yells at the top of her lunges.
so loud that people on the mississippi river could hear it.
white lies turned into red filled legs.
eyes between her thighs.not wanting to look at them.
17 and broken.
all because of white lies.

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