a nice girl

a nice girl with a yellow sweater asked me the words pretty mesmerisingly "do you write poems" by profession or not the moment was not supposed to be rued seeing her hazel brown eyes black coloured silky hair forced me to say yes and made me continue say yes to all the things that pretty girl asked me for now I have children of my own and I named my daughter by the name of the girl in the yellow sweater i discovered my daughter has red marks on her hands and thighs of abuse upon asking her she ran away whenever I come close to her I see her trembling maybe she poses threat from me or she is just the same as the girl in the yellow sweater for the only one time I didn't say yes to what she asked for and kept going