Cruel will be the virgins,
All maidenheads afloat.
A single crime, a weeping whine,
a destiny evoked?
Those cheap words pass subtly,
throughout the thick hot air.
The cigarettes and alcohol,
the simple sins compared.
Fumbling hands and short hot breaths,
Doors stand not ajar.
Musics booms as she assumes,
her future lay un"doomed."
How people look at teenage pregnancy as a definite end to someone's life. A tragedy.
How "vrigins" act so innocent, when one single time for another girl can be the one and only time.
