First Time

September 6, 2009
Your cold hand
Touches my face
in the early mornings first light.
You come in close,
like you want to kiss.
Your face is just as cold
just as afraid to say it out loud
So you whisper.
You tell me
you can't stay
that it's time for you to go.
Just to be safe. But we aren't safe.
And i'm just sixteen.
Let's just say
that i hate you.
You tricked me into thinking
that nothing could happen
But i'm just
as vulnerable as you
so please just leave me here.

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closed-in said...
Feb. 5, 2010 at 1:05 pm
i really like that cuz i thought i've been there but thought wrong
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