Loose Girl
Pretty face, such shameful sins.
Broken inside, tearing you within.
These since, they own you, they take control.
In your own life, you play such a small role.
Spread your legs, darling dear.
Enjoy your ride.
Even though you know deep down,
The pleasure doesn't make the pain subside.
Just a temporary high, the boy doesn't care enough to see.
That everytime he touches you, fills you,
You fall farther from where you want to be.
You ball your fists, you close your eyes.
When he becomes a part of you,
Another part of you dies.
Eventually they all own you.
You're only there to assist.
He'll tell you that he loves you, that he wants you,
And you'll never be able to resist.
So darling dear, when does it become a bit too much?
Copyright © Delia Danielle | Year Posted 2010
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