If Only...

Dark alleys and people around,

Close to her, not strangers surround.

Innocent child, she did not know,

She believed she was Loved;

But instead, she was Wronged.

Strange touches and wicked smiled,

She did not know which touch was vile.

From childhood, she felt ok to be touched,

but as she grew she knew it was lust.

Was it her fault she always thought,

While growing up she always sought the 

Answers to what the wrong touch was

As an innocent child, she now was not.

If only had she then believed that,

that touch was an act of greed.

They were like elder brothers to her,

Who made the lust and love lines blur.

Dark alleys and people around,

Close to her, not strangers surround,

Innocent child, she did not know,

She believed she was Loved;

But instead, she was Wronged

She believed She was Loved 

But instead, she was Wronged...