It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for…
Or so they say,
From puberty they could smell it,
She would try to hide it,
Behind her innocent smile,
Searching for something deeper,
Promise of it disappears and reappears,
Initiated into sex through violence.
She deluded herself into not caring,
They fuck. They leave.
She craves safety,
No longer wanting to be,
Girl they want to fuck.