The Lost

In the sweetness of the hot setting sun, her words have come  undone.

She has felt the stinging kiss of you on her lips and the 

scornful fire that has devorered her soul 

to and fro, to and fro she swid, like a lost little child caught in the rain.

searching for peace, searching for grace. She wishes the love would just stay.

stay with her lonley heart to make all the pain go away. 

He came in and looked at her like she was a queen, be he treated her as no such thing. 

Made her desprately crave the posion that was in every room.

Even though her baby was due in June. "I am cursed" she would say "because these bruises 

just wont go away." Her tears flood her face like a hurricane, the only water to cool her 

down from his heatful rage. She's had enough tired of being messed up, taking a gun into her 

hand. And than pointed it at what was once her man...