Virginity
I blossomed for you
I opened parts of me i can not see.
I trusted you there
And you left it unlocked and took the cherry key.
I was lost wanting to feel wanted
But instead should’ve wanted to be kept.
I admit you had me like a running foset,
Teased me about the kiddy pool on the bed.
I was asked if i regreted you.
The answer is no,
I just hate that you picked a fruit you didnt plan on making a garden with.
