A vulture claws holes at virgin eyes
Marking their spot of deceitful lies
A young girl in love, too blinded to see
Love isn’t always what it seems to be
Plucking rose petals, drowning in tears
'He loves me not' is what she most fears
Some teenage crush, yet a heart feels the pain
Abandoned with ease, her virginity slain
Darkness then comes, hiding from past
Adolescent life, falling apart so fast
Digging a grave, slipping into a hole
Tears overcome her body and soul
Deception scars so deep, pain so real
Her heart clouded over, unable to heal
Salted tears of drowning emotion
One fatal taste, of his mendacious devotion
Depression, a place where the sun does not shine
Left in the darkness, where sadness will dine
Love is not always what it seems to be
First loves don't always come, with a guarantee
For life.
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