The Snake

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He hurt her,

he hurt her bad.

Scars and bumps and bruises,

no matter, too bad.

Who would have thought these marks,

could come from one so great.

but when the curtains close, the sun goes down,

a cold and ruthless snake.

Finally she sees,

so she keeps her mouth shut.

As false becomes true,

she realizes dreams, they were not.

The fairytales fades,

as does the light in her face.

a bright and shining star,

a black and blue slate

He hurt her, 

he hurt her bad.

why she won't tell, its simple 

He's the only Dad she has.

Author's Note

please be kind as this is a sensitive topic.