More poems by poisonkisses

Lucky

Lucky was her name.
Guilt and shame was always her game.
Her secret she would never tell.
She has sworn a life served to hell.
She gave him her heart and soul.
He threw her on the street so she could be sold.
Her body was used as a tool.
Her soul no longer existed in her world.
Lucky knew her luck had run out that night.
She never screamed.
Never put up a fight.
"Wrong place,wrong time"police say.
Now her secret is out.
Her owner will be mad no doubt.
Lucky didn't know what life was about.
She was 18 when her life was taken.
A man had bought her.
Used her body,and killed the beauty in her.
Lucky will never know how we loved her so.
'Cause she is in the heavens above..
And I'm down in hell below.
Poem by poisonkisses