stolen

One day my words are going to mean something to you.
More then just a cold December breeze slapping you in your face.
You left her here to pick up the pieces .This poor child carries your name.
You have stolen her and used her for your own personal gain.
NO MORE EXCUSSES .Oh God is punishing you name ,
Your PP mouth can not ever explain why you left that cold December day,
Her innocent voice, Her innocent face , I hope it is burning you down deep
every time she can not feel the same .
NONE OF YOUR EXCUSSES.
Tell her to forgive ? She is trying to forgive But why ?
You expect for this child to take all of this in?
She has twenty two reasons , That's what she should put on your grave
when you are put to rest. Your translucent face will always be the same .
We are all ghost to you anyway. You are always going to be hunted
in your prison cell, You will set everyday it is never gonna go away.
It is slapping your face just like on that cold December day,
I hope your tears burn a hole in all your lies that you made.
You used every ones sole for your own personal gain.
Why was she just a game for you to play? Asking her to forgive ?
But why? You will just throw it all away . Twenty two that's what it will say on your grave
on that cold December day . WITH LOVE ALWAYS MYRA