The Greatest Posession

by Jena   Sep 14, 2004


I just walked in to find you with her, pain becomes inevitable, and my vision a blur.

Once again you'll try to come up with a good excuse, but we both already know that this time it's no use.

She begins to get dressed, and you say your goodbyes; I wonder if she's use to your usual lies.

As her clicking heels fade slowly outside that familiar door, the hurt inside me is growing, and I feel our love no more.

As I silently begin to pack my things, you being to pace; you're trying so very hard, but you still can't read my face.

Truly I don't hate you, I just pity your way of living; you never stopped your taking, and I blindly kept on giving.

The one thing that I never gave you, is the thing that I'll treasure the most; when it came to this sexual matter, with me you could never boast.

I turn and walk out that familiar door, and this is the last time, I'm sure

I feel so very clean and pure, just knowing that the greatest possession I took with me is indeed my virginity.

(K.1) (05/03/98)

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