He said my mom was old fashioned,
Never knew he was only being driven by his lustful passion,
Told me sex makes a relationship absolute and real,
Never knew he was going for the kill.
Said all I needed was protection,
His words were sweet and alluring, it dulled my conviction,
Said my mom's ideal of virginity was a worn-out verse,
Even when his professed love was nothing but a farce
It was all so convenient for him,
His words poured out like a nursery hymn,
How foolish of me to believe that I was in love and loved,
Why didn't I know that this life was in deceit-engulfed?
He manipulated, tricked and deceived me,
And I was just too blind to see,
That not all that glitters is gold,
And now my pride like a piece of cake, sold.
I was amidst flattery lost,
To his incessant plea for lust,
Now I realise that I've been naught but a fool,
To have believed that sweet-mouthed, worthless bull
He plucked hastily and greedily at my flower,
Tearing at my label, my honour, with the whole of his power,
And like a gentle but silly dame,
I'm left alone to face my shame!
I've unceremoniously misplaced my birth-right, my dignity,
Though my Momma warned me against infidelity,
Yet I turned myself to a laughing stock,
Who am I now to talk, when those behind me mock?
I've in a hard way learnt my lessons,
Though it's late, I'm back to my senses,
And to you reading this piece, I leave a word of advice
Premarital sex and love aren't related - it's all lies!
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