Seen Better Days

Dressing in dark black lace, is a daring taste.
Flirty attitudes is not my nature.
I will never meet my maker.
Flings are not my thing.
Broken hearts is what it brings.
Being deceived something that mekes me leave.
Hypnotic eyes that stare.
Makes you shameful to be bare.
Sensitive to all injustice with a receptive mind.
Evil they never find they 're all blind.
Crimes rewind.
Unknown forces that bind.
Youth betrayed by sinful days.
Deprived of joyful play.
Beauty wasted.
Success untasted.
Hiding away not wanting to stay.
Every night there is a fight.
Rage that's just not right.
Need to stay out of sight.
Stay well so no one can tell.
The truth is on sale.
Sanity got well.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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