It Is the Rape of the Soul
..and she could never be someone's wife..
Her parents blessed Her with a beautiful life, raised thinking she would soon become someone's wife, protected her like shields of iron, and supported her to rise above the horizon.
But you came and broke her into pieces, your hands on her mouth stole her breezes,
She lost herself in darkness,
Unknown figures with body heartless.
The purple dress she wore with love, is now thrown far above,
Her gorgeous smile that everyone used to admire, has now converted into tears to fulfill their fire.
The place where goddess is preached,
Became the one where no one reached,
Her yells they hid with their dirty hands,
And mouth covered with black dark bands.
She didn't just loose her virginity for those some days,
She lost her consciousness,her soul,her trust while struggling with that phase.
Her purple dress is no more over her,
Just an empty stomach and vision blur,
She is still waiting for someone who can save her life,
The only difference is she lies no more here, but in heaven thinking never to be someone's wife.....