Little Girl Lost

                

 

The little girl inside her

Walking through this world alone

She wasn’t just looking for some lover

She was looking for a home

She was looking for a place

To lay her weary head

Not just looking to lie down

In some stranger’s lustful bed

She was tired of all those strangers

With all their empty lines and ploys

Plotting out their lines lies

To use her body as some toy

This little girl so lost

A woman, sometimes a muse

But on the inside she’s frightened

She's so afraid of being used

So she puts on a facade

Pretending she’s so tough

Just try to treat her tender

Cuz’ she’ll try to call your bluff

She isn’t used to honest strangers

But men that played their games

So if you take her, take her gently

Cuz' her heart has been untamed

See the little girl lost

Pleading silently for help?

Knowing no one understands her

Sometimes…

She doesn’t understand herself

 

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 I think most women still feel the "little girl" inside

                       

                           

Written and copyrighted by Anne P Murray~

LadeeAnne 2008

 

 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When some people get used enough they get use to it and become numb to the effects of what is happening to them... a sad poem but very surreal in this world.

[grayhaven]

That is absolutely beautiful Anne...and so true. Too many people playing the game instead of finding that bond with each other.