This is my story
one herd to many times
a girl whos love
plays as a rhym
she sits and stares
loves and glares
her story is like a movie playing out in her head
becasue all the boys want is to get in her bed
When she says no they leave her again
a rythem that plays over in her head.
One by one they come to play
and she knows what will happen at the end of the day
this is her story
one so close to mine
one thats been herd one to many times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.