Naive Poem by Nicole Middendorf

Naive



Displeased, she takes his hand;
Uncertain, under strong command
She holds her breath.
She believes.
Lust was in his eyes,
His voice was a blurry slurr
She ended her short life
Because no one loved her.

Saturday, October 1, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: lust
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Nicole Middendorf

Nicole Middendorf

Candyland, Mars (Delano, Minnesota)
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