I remember the thought that the way you touched me was okay
the many times you would say "lets play"
i remember wishing, hoping, praying that it would all just go away
waking up to you touching me in ways that werent okay
those hands i will always remember
the words you would say "Daddie does love you okay"
i also remember the stinging pain after you would beat the shit outta me wishing one day just to die
fly away with the angels
