The cloud were all dark
Dumping rain down
And we stood in the park
with no one else around
I looked to a boy
with no smile on his face
not a single sign of joy
could be seen or traced
He grabbed my arm
and stared in my eyes
I could see his cheeks get warm
and he looked like he could cry
His firm tightened
what was he going to do?
I started to get frightened
as his furry grew
I had told him already
He’s not the one for me
I did not want to go steady
We were not meant to be
That’s not good enough
For this kind of guy
He’s seen as so tough
But so broken inside
I got my first hit
Right in the jaw
I don’t like this one bit
I hope someone saw
But he punched and he squeezed
Until I could take no more
Yet he was still displeased
Not thinking of my soars
He threw me to the ground
And just walked away
And that’s the way I was found
The very next day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Lauren. But you would never be beaten to death. I'm such a good sister that i would probably follow you and then save you. Dont pretend like its never happened before. haha... but actually.. anyway.. good job. keep it up.