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mixed up...
Contributed by
Hannah_Heaven
on
Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 04:31:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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my first kiss
he touched my lips
romantic and pure
simple as it is
just our lips together
..first touch
his hand touched mine
he had to go further though
he had to go there...
i liked it first
i thought i was special
the only one
when i look back i feel sick
i let him hold me close
and touch me closer
my first time
he made it feel so natural
but he pushed himself deep inside
i squirmed and tensed
i know it was wrong
i am too young
not even the age
but it felt right
i hated myself for feeling like that
i gave myself away
my pure soul
vanished
the white sheet dirtied
and a sin born
i had become something i feared
i had acted like i shouldnt
iam no longer a child
just a mixed up teen
i have done and dirtied
i hate myself
i have broken promises
and swallowed poisoned pleasure
but i go on acting like this
why not?
ive broken my purity
i might aswell carry on
one more to the list can't hurt
it doesnt hurt me anymore
im wide open
ready for life to screw me
like he did...
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2005-03-16 16:31:29] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: mixed up...
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 05:08:20 PM AEST (User
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so full of bitterness, yet well written. |
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Re: mixed up...
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 10:49:00 PM AEST (User
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If u r that young the he needs to be prosicuted.
Take it easy on yourself as it sounds like date rape to me.
Hang in there, it's never too late to change.
huggs,
emy
Sad but awesomely written. |
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