You see attached is what she became
of the bed of lust and shame
you see she layed down and did what was in the moment
everthing within that time mattered only
not thinking of the before and after
or the why? and negative factors
you see all that mattered was that he was there in the moment with her
and that she felt what she thought was love that night
and after they layed together things would become alright
But you see things didnt turn out as she planned
she thought she slept with a regular man
but he had his cards he played his hand
a hand in which she thought was love
she gave apart of herself away that she can never get back
lost of trust that she now lacks
she cant let him go because she has become attached
to a lost soul residing in the joy of hurt
his lies, his smell, his touch lies within her mind branded and burnt
Next time i hope she dosent give herself away
Just turn to god on ur knees and pray
cover ur heart keep it latched
and not give your self away and be attached :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem