by Laura J Wilson
How is it a virgin heart is able to hurt so?
a heart that has never loved a boy,
but cared because I knew nothing else.
I should have known I was only a toy.
How is it that I miss someone i never knew?
and long for a touch I've never felt,
miss the voice I've never heard.
How is it that you cast me out?
How is it that I miss your kiss?
a kiss I have yet to taste.
Nor seen the smile that lights your face.
Tell me, was all this a waste?
How is it that I ever cared?
about such a boy like you.
Is it because I know this isn't right,
that what you've said, just isn't true.
I end this by bidding you goodbye.
But remember, this was not my choice,
you'll never get to hold my hand,
or hear the whisper of My sweet voice.
your l'il peach