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Stained


You can Stain my lips with your kiss So I'll Never forget This Pain before peasure And the pleasure never felt better And you can Touch my oh-no and trigger something in my soul Yes you can Feel The way that I feel when I show you Just How Real is the real that I feel Will you Please see me and agree that I am barely Sixteen An innocent thing DO NOT Hurt Me You went against what I was told You Are Much Older How Dare You scold her as you hold She did not want to go further YOU CAN Drown In my tears Go deaf when you hear screams Ringing In your ears You Can Burn in the fire of my heart Because you have Opened up that part of my heart You Can Feel The pain that I felt and I can Heal From the pleasure I get Seeing You Die Inside When You Try to run and hide from the memory Of "that night" When you took what is mine and stirred my whole life You have Stained my lips with your kiss And I'll Never Forget it.
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greentyra16
This is something I wrote through the prospective of girl who has fallen victim to a man and seeks peace in the idea that she does not suffer alone in her turmoil.

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