Stained Whites

You found me,

like a lilly in the fields...

plucked before budding....

you disturbed my peace.

I was growing...trying to make sense of my years:

the good, the bad, the tears.

You over fed me,

loved drowned me in my fears...

gave me a life and drew blood.

My mother warned me about you...

these men with lies sewn in their teeth,

"they will stain your white...

filt you with regrets, robbing you of your innocence,

in their love stained sheets."

You left me here, like a flower rotting on a hill,

no where to go, and too heavy for the wind.