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Once he approached me. My very young heart.
His eyes glowed so deep.
Brighter than any cyan ocean.
He was so charming and opened every door for me.
I was in a world of confusion,
of longing and unknown searching.
He had looked in my eyes.
His voice was so soft and beautiful.
He told me about our colorful future.

All went calm.
All was silent.
Time didn´t count anymore
when I had lay in his strong arms.
By sudden
our future began to fly.

Like a butterfly
carried by the wind.

They had cried so loud and sorrowful.
Their exchanging glances had cut every heart.
They begged you have to come home.
Holded their hands in your direction.
"Little girl, come back, please! Come back
to your world of the pink-colored teddybear!"
The cried amounts of tears, weeped bitterly.
They had never given up believing in you.
It didn´t mind you at all. That was another world,
not yours.
The world of a bourgeois, who didn´t understand.
Especially you.

All went calm.
All was silent.
Time didn´t count anymore
when you had lay in his strong arms.
The future began to win.

Like a butterfly
carried by the wind.

Faces, gestaltes hustled in the foggy everyday-life.
They all had sneaked past at me.
There increased a fiery battle
against the rules of the tough life on the streets.
My dear red lipstick you could paint my facade so perfectly.
The hunger was so bad, but I couldn´t feel it anymore.
He had drugged the deepest pain of your soul.
You still went on with all your pride. It was so false.
You weren´t alone with all the other forgotten identities.
You and all the other lost souls.

All went calm.
All was silent.
Time didn´t count anymore
when you had lay in his strong arms.
Your love began to fly.

Like a butterfly
picked to pieces in the wind.

He had stopped you once.
His eyes looked sharper than knives.
He had hit you everywhere with his clenched fist.
All the pain had gathered.
You only had to survive.
He had imprisoned your weak body
in that dirty dungeon
together with all the black, crying thoughts.

All went calm.
All was silent.
Time didn´t count anymore
by lying on the hard floor.
Your life began to fly.

Like a butterfly
carried by the wind.

(nifri)

( I wrote those words, because I had heard about "Merel". A young teenaged
girl who had became a victim of a so-called "loverboy")

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