PureA Poem by Heather DI have a dilemma...They tell me protect your flower, Hold on to your card. No one tells you being pure Can make relationships so hard.
I'm not sure why I like him, Specific reasons are hard to say. And though he says he likes me too, He wants the physical side one day.
I've always stood out, In more ways than just this one. The athlete, the virgin, the pretty face, Being different isn't always fun.
In fact it's really hard, To have all eyes on you. I've always handled it with grace, But now I don't know what to do.
Tiny daggers of despair Are now lodged in my heart. I'm slowly coming to realize This will tear every relationship apart.
So now I'm faced with a problem, Give him myself or give him up. It's not like it has to happen soon, I don't even know yet if this is love.
But something pulls me towards him, Makes me want to fight. I really wish I knew why Being near him feels so right. © 2011 Heather DFeatured Review
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