Loved; Lost; Scared.

Loads of fabrication made up what they had…
...She loved him dearly; he just lust after her body,
He made her very merry and joyous
With the lies and future he painted perfect.
Some certain things happen to young ladies; only young ladies, I swear.
The rosy tales those guys tell; distorting the truth to get a piece of the pie…
…Just to get a piece of the pie?
She had large bosomy and pleasing curves… She was as thick as a brick
This was so evident to his eyes.


Exploring all her body with great enthusiasm was all he craved
Her misguided quest for true love led her to blindly give her heart
At an innocent age of sixteen;
He told more lies than the mainstream media, kissed her lips and touched her there,
Made her very soppy and wet; both got busier than two cats on a hot tin roof
When the did was done, he abruptly ended it with her.
Leaving her heartbroken, now she is soaking… Crying like a refugee.
Her heart was left in a decadent state… Can she soar and rise past this?
Both slept in the same bed; but had different dreams
Four letter words brought her to her knees

Why do most girls go through this?
She will never walk barefooted;
Down to the fact that no one can ever walk in her shoes,
She opened up her heart like a drawer of knives,
He savored her and pushed her aside like outdated shoes…
Left her too petrified to love again;
This is what you need to know;
That everyone we meet has loved something, lost something,
And is scared of something.



Copyright 2009. Ivy poems