Too many times in the past
She gave her heart away
No matter how hard she tried
Men just wouldn't stay
She no longer gives her heart away
To any one that comes along
She knows she must resist
She's learning to become strong
No more nights out dancing
Looking for mister right
She wants to find a better way
To spend all of her nights
So, she took up poetry
To write about her life
She tells everything
Even if it's not nice
She writes about being used
All about the sex she had
As she looks back in retrospect
It clearly makes her sad
Her poems are filled with the truth
As she never likes to lie
The more she writes about her life
The more tears she seems to cry
She's given up the running around
She'd rather sit home and rhyme
Because now she is convinced
This is a better use of ther time
11-27-20/RjH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem