missing girls
As the man steps out of his car,
I watch him carefully from a distance,
My eyes follow his hands as he locks his car,
I watch his every movment closely.
My male friend laughs when I squeeze his hand every time a man walks past us,
He tells me I have nothing to be scared of.
Little does he know that I hold my keys between my fingers as I walk.
Little does he know...
I watch him carefully from a distance,
My eyes follow his hands as he locks his car,
I watch his every movment closely.
My male friend laughs when I squeeze his hand every time a man walks past us,
He tells me I have nothing to be scared of.
Little does he know that I hold my keys between my fingers as I walk.
Little does he know...