Once she had sparkly, tweedy eyes,
With a childish, playful, innocent oomph.
She had natural brown, flowing hair,
That glistened atop her rounded face.
She wore a pink dress,
Glittery, Rhinestones weighed down the puffiness.
An ecstatic smile covered her flawless, pink lips,
Where he laid the first kiss upon her.
Which led to more…

Does she not understand that her innocence is gone?

Her eyes a opaque, murky blue that hides insecurity,
With a depressed look of fear.
Her hair, a blond mess piled on her head,
Like golden strands of tender, burnished hay.
She wears a shadowy blue dress,
Covered in a flowery mess.
A eerie, forced smile is frowned athwart her raw cheeks,
Where he ran his hands across her cheekbone.
Which led to more…

Doesn’t she realize her whole childhood is gone?

She walks down the stairs,
A twirling, white staircase that is lined with greenery.
Her hands sweat smoothly as she runs her fingertips down the stair rails.
The sun shines through the bay window facing beside of her,
Her pink, glittery, rhinestones reflect the suns rays off to the left,
Where he’s standing, glaring right at her,
Her beautiful brunette hair braided into a bun,
She follows the pink reflection over to him,
And hops into his arms.

Doesn’t she realize her whole innocence is fixing to be gone?

She walks down the hall,
To her bedroom with the desk in the corner,
Where he’s sitting atop.
With a flinch, she reaches her sweaty palm out to shut the door.
Slam.
“I love you.” she pleads.
He takes his cold, chilling had to the back of her shadowy blue dress,
Unzips it down the back,
Where she steps out of it.
Her blond hair draped down her back.
She hops into his arms.

Doesn’t she realize her whole innocence is fixing to be gone?