He took his time

He took his time
and made me feel special inside
he had charms of a God
tall and handsome
with his gentle hands

he took me out
and bought me the best
all this for being his friend

i told him my dreams
my hopes and fears
and when i needed a shoulder to cry on he was there

he took his time
patience was his name

but on that one fateful night
his true colors shined
he was no more Mr nice
handsome or charming

as i made the move to run
he grabbed me by the arms
and dragged me in the room
locked the doors and hid the key

panic attack
i started to scream
but it was no use
no one to hear me

he took of his shirt
let down his hair
he used that calm voice
and told not to worry
that he wont hurt me

he told me the truth
in a gentle loving way
and made me realize
that there was notthing i could do
he made me realize that it'll be easier
if i didn't panic

he took his time

but i constantly cried
for i did not want this

not for my first time