Sex is no the Cure[not about me, just how the world works]

by Bria   Jul 5, 2008


As i sit on the doctors table,
with your disease and your unborn seed,
But i swore he was Clean,
I swore he was Clean....

I guess faithful didnt seem to be his Middle Name.
An i was just another pawn to his game, of lies.
BUt you see i was only 14. Only 14 with a head full of dreams wishing to be like the people i seen on TV. Wanting to do anything to be like that. Even if it ment giving up my virginity if it had to go like that.

When it was so simple i could have found another door,
Ladies.......love is a sickness, but sex is not the cure!

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  • 16 years ago

    by Dan Bloom

    Haha very true! Who needs a cure anyways?! :-P

    Nicely written!

    -Danny