poem.

I fell awake this morning

And found that the sun was good

Rolled over, discovered a man

And found that the man was good

Gavelost He stole my virginity

And I found that the sex was good

I was a child, a child, a child.

The man was still good,

The sex was still good,

But the child was not

And the mother, the father never knew

That the girl spoke so loudly

To cover the hurt the the

The bandaid never would.

I A M S O R R Y

For the sins commited in innocence

And my mother's bedsheets

For the silence that followed

And the life that changed beyond repair

For the man,

Who was not good

And for the sex

Which was not that great

On our lazy Tuesday afternoon

When the neighbor taught the child

There Is No God

Only tears. Only tears.

And that memories are forever.