REUNITED...

by hanna casinillo   Oct 31, 2011


At a young age,
They loved each so.
And day by day,
They let each know.

He loved her
With all his might
She is the one he thinks
About at night

But one day,
He heard the news.
His love is a victim
Of her dad's abuse

And so days passed,
She ran away
He wanted to ask,
But what would he say?

Years gone by,
Now, he had a car
His destination,
Was to a bar

His car was black.
And it was a limo.
He wanted to have "fun"
but there came his ego

And at the club,
He wanted pleasure,
but no one matched.
His highest measures

She stood under
The brightest street light
And for a teen like her,
She was not dressed right.

It was an alley.
Of no other place,
She was a just girl.
With a painted face

She forced a smile.
With a tear on her eye,
As a black limo
Slowly drive by.

She was a runaway,
From her father's abuse
And now dragged on,
A game of misuse

She does not even want,
To do this anymore
But the limo stopped
Her first score.

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