An innocent Little Girl,
Big green eyes and Blonde curls,
Dancing in the living room,
Giggles and twirls.
A sweet little lady,
Pig tails and fake pearls.
Dancing on the stage,
With other little girls.
A wonderful pre-teen,
Lip’s glossed, pink ear rings.
Idolises Boy bands,
Dances and sings.
Now she’s a teenager,
Cherry Lipstick and wild hair.
Batting her thick eyelashes,
Living without a care.
Mother’s darling child,
Daddies little girl,
Her eyes are still big and green,
But her hair has lost the curl.
A night out with friends,
Living life all she can
Dancing at clubs,
She meets a nice man.
He tells her he wants her,
She tries to walk away.
“have another drink,
No baby please stay”
She sits back down,
What harm can it do?
He whispers again,
“Can I kiss you?”
The innocent little girl,
Tries to turn away,
But the intoxicated teen,
Tells him its ok.
He takes her away,
From the dancing and the friends,
She wants to leave him,
She closes her eyes, she pretends.
She pretends she the little girl,
Dancing in her Cherry dress,
Pretends she’s the little lady,
Making a terrible mess.
She pretends she’s the Pre-teen,
Her hair full of clips.
But then she’s herself,
Smacking her lips.
She can feel him inside her,
She starts to scream out,
“Shut up little bitch”
She hears him shout.
He wraps his belt around her,
She can feel it pull tight.
He lays her head down.
And kisses her goodnight.
They find her next morning,
Her green eyes shut tight,
Somebody has to tell her parents,
She was murdered last night.
