Girls Lost To Time

Are words supposed to save them from the fire?
Fingers pressing bruises made invisible by time's hiding reach.
Who will hear the calls posed by voices to weak for that ending protest?

A beautiful love used for cover in the cheerful sunshine,
as they frolic about the hills remembered even in safe times of youth.

Kisses in the dark equal endless desperate apologies.
Roses given only to be thrown away along with the lies of never again.
Once soothing fingers entangle through silky locks with a hold that will never let go.

Restless cries great the morning when movement is just to much.
When all that is wanted is numbness from the memories that enclose all the hurt.
Shallow breathing and a thousand rainbows dance past eyes filled with mistaken wisdom.

And you can only leave once,
because escape only comes with dishonor.
Oh and the shame kills even faster.
Living and taking, but giving, giving, giving.
Until nothing remains of the girls lost to time long before their last goodnight.