No you’re not a prude
And no you’re not a pansy
But for some, sex means nothing
You see, I once cared a great deal about who I gave it to
I use to care a great deal about a lot of things
I waited
And waited
For that one special moment
And I was not let down
For that moment came
Yet it was not as I had thought
But I was in love
The one I had waited for and would never leave
That first time meant something to me
As it does most people
I gave the one thing that only one could have
No more, no less
It was my gift to my love
And it was used
And abused
And confused in what it was
Yes, I was in love and the favor was returned
For a little while…
And then it was twisted
Mutilated
Openly displayed for what I thought it would never be
A FUCK
So my “love-making” was humiliated
And my heart’s flame stomped out
So what do I think of waiting for the right one now?
What’s the point?
My opinion on the matter is such:
Life is brutal, life is pain
Life is one big fucking game
And my view of Love Making?
I done it before, and I’ll do it again
Sex doesn’t mean anything to me
Because my love for someone is not and will never be
Shown to them by what I’ll do to them
But please, don’t change your views
Because I got screwed
I am but one of many in this wonderful world
And not all turn out like me
So please, believe in love
Please, trust in love
Because once that trust in love is taken away
You lose your faith in the world
And become like me
Detached
Shaken
And stirred
A stiff drink for the broken hearted
Inspired by Casual WHAT? By nonhero_until_death
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