Pillaged

Praying at her temple without the say-so of her God
your desires buried in the replay of her thoughts
love is a gift that is never earned or store-bought
though expressed with a touch and with gifts
it's easy to not confuse it with these when it's lost

The best tutor of the rudiments was never present
now this suitor breaks into her feelings with bigger presents
Father lost his chance to lay down her markers
thus, her scars are well laid out in chapters
pages of dents and wounds, pain is now a featured presence

I see her vacant eyes when we pass on the street
don't have to stare into her soul to see that she's beat
broken by bills, a world of ills and defeat
she smiles but only cares if I'll pay cash for her wares
unaware it's not her body but her soul that is cashing out the toll