I sat there,
taking it all in,
but not really understanding.
I've never been there,
never done that.
but you have,
you all have.
I'm so sheltored,
protected as you like to say.

you tell me
I'm not a flirt.
but what you don't know
that inside, I'm begging.
You tell me I'm pretty.
Well, 'hot' is what you said.
But thats what you're supposed to say
You always say what you're supposed to.

One day, you're gonna tell me the truth.
like that one time
when we were younger
sitting on the tire swing.
You told me how you really felt.
No lies, no hiding.
Because this time,
I won't seek you.


Ok. So that just came out. Its a mixture of things that I've been thinking lately. I know I'm not a poet, but my sad attempts are what make me..... I don't know, all the more pathetic.
Laurel