Yours


You see me as if I was one of a kind,
a diamond in the rough;
You look at me,
in me,
I feel you watching me;
I feel unsafe,
unsecure,
unheard;
Screaming in the night,
call for help,
but no one comes as if I were crying wolf;
But the night you came,
they were to late,
you had already taken me,
frightened me,
and clammed me yours.

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