If She Will Let Them
You sit there with your little boy smile,and play with her heart,thinking she will always be there. Tearing her in so many pieces,that she cries from the painthat rips through her heart. She had fire in her eyes,and a heart made of gold.She was kind and giving,warm and tender. You let her love you,only to make it a crime. Now she’s being punished,for nothing but loving you. So many would have given anything,to have her to...