Lost inside her loneliness, <br />forcing unto me. <br />Every dream that she does have, <br />that I should just agree. <br /> <br />To the pain for pity's sake, <br />wishing for me years. <br />When I don't give, <br />she wants to take, <br />I'll laugh her into tears. <br /> <br />Forced to sound the wicked man, <br />uncomfortable with truth. <br />Suckling sour never feeds, <br />the hunger of her tooth. <br />She is helpless...<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-is-helpless/
