If I was lost.

If I was lost, would you find me? If I was dead, would you revive me? Love is weird. One moment, butterflies; the next, it's gone. Love is a fleeting image, if you will. There's something there but if you watch long enough, everything you thought you had is gone. It's a waste of time yet I seem to always get caught up in it. It's hopeless yet addictive. Almost like a fantasy. So lost is a little girl lost in the idea of love. She's learning the lessons that old men have to teach. Old hands touching her pure little body. No voice to scream. What does she know other than her lost scream. Broken, she gives up on 'love'. What is love but pain? She's dancing now for the same men that ruined her. They enjoy the little girl's body. How sweet her pale white skin is. How lost she looks up on the stage. But yet she dances still evermore shamed of the things she has done. This was not the life she wanted for herself. It's lost now and no amount of bath soaps can scrub away her pain. Tainted is the little girl who wanted nothing more than love.