I am a virgin, hear me cry.
I've never laid a hand on another,
yet I feel as though I've laid a 1000. Or
Treated as so.
I've walked my walks laying down no one thing behind.
Yet,
Its as if I left my all.
They treat me as though I've done the slaughter.
I receive the shrines of 10 men over,
When I've left no thing.
I left not one thing for them to hold over me.
How do they find what they have.
I'm a virgin to this evil.
Never having done the deeds they say,
So why,
So how,
Do they find things I did not even leave.
And discount the ones I hold.
YOU ARE READING
me more than you
PoetryPoetry The deepest thoughts of my mind It's just me and my mind Not me and you