My First Time
You told me you loved me,
I took it as fact.
Now I sit here weeping,
As you take it back.
You said I was the perfect girl,
So I gave you my heart.
And all you did to it,
Was rip it apart.
Ten months of nothing,
How could this be?
I was everything you wanted,
Or were you lying to me.
Excuses not to kiss me,
Excuses not to touch.
As I lay here crying,
I'm hurting so much.
A little while longer,
Is what you would say.
I just had to trust you,
If I was to have my way.
I did what you wanted,
I played your little game.
Now ten months later,
I see nothing has changed.
We had one night of passion,
Still no kissing or touch.
You took me like a whore,
Then looked at your watch.
The very next morning,
You were cold as ice.
Though I needed some kindness,
You were not very nice.
Now that all this waiting,
Had finally passed.
What was to be our first time,
Was also our last . . . .