Lost inside her loneliness,
forcing unto me.
Every dream that she does have,
that I should just agree.
To the pain for pity's sake,
wishing for me years.
When I don't give,
she wants to take,
I'll laugh her into tears.
Forced to sound the wicked man,
uncomfortable with truth.
Suckling sour never feeds,
the hunger of her tooth.
She is helpless...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-is-helpless/
