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He was her friend 
For oh so long
He liked her, made
Her heart feel strong

 

He was older 
By two years
This brought her pride
But also tears

 

Her faith was full
Yet his was none
And to him
That ruined fun

 

So he broke
Communication
This twisted her 
Imagination

 

That next year
His friend she met
They almost kissed
Almost, and yet

 

Her heart still longed
For the first
To be with he
Who loved her first

 

And this friend
Seeing her pure
Thought he knew 
The perfect cure

 

He tripped her up
He gave a dare
And so she cursed
It laid her bare

 

So now the first
Saw black her lips
He fell back for
Her form and hips

 

They came together
Once again
She began to care
Not for her sin

 

He stole her kiss
So innocent
And to his blinding
Lies she went

 

He knew that she 
Was barely marked
So for corruption
He embarked

 

He slowly slowly
Took his time
First with flattery
And lies

 

He bragged of
Beauty, and her form
Said of goddess
She was born

 

Asked for pictures
"Take it slow
But don't forget,
That soon I go"

 

She knew that near
They'd say goodbye
And his reminders 
Made her cry

 

And through her pain
She sent him all
That he had asked.
It made her small

 

Still she hadn't 
Gone as far
As she would soon
That'd leave the scar

 

It was the morn
Aft' Christmas day
At 2 am
That he would slay

 

Her heart and soul
From what was sweet
When bitterness
And darkness meet

 

He picked her up
And brought her to
His bed in which
Her life she threw

 

And through the blood
Of all her sin
She always knew
The wrong within

 

Two hours later
She was home
Thinking of
What she had done

 

But she resolved 
To go through more 
Because he "loved her"
As a whore

 

But her resolve
Thank God broke sure
For he no longer
Spoke to her

 

Ignored her calls
He had moved on
To another 
He had gone

 

So she prayed
Pushed past pain
In search for something
Real again

 

A few months later
He gave her a call
It scared her, but still
In God she stood tall

 

Forgiving herself 
Was the hardest part
And still not achieved
It breaks her heart

 

But so much she learned
And now she knows
That from our mistakes
We learn and grow

 

And though she's still broken
For all choices she's made
She trusts that Christ
Will help the scars fade

 
 

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