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Tim Russel Apr 2015
As a Christian,
I knew it is,
A major sin,
To have ***,
Before marriage,
That's why,
I'm still,
A ******,

I'm not really sure,
If getting married,
Will guarantee,
A couple,
A great,
*** life,
Or...
Everlasting,
L.O.V.E.,

But I know whatever,
God says is best,
He knows all,
I trust Him,
With my whole,
Heart & soul,
So I will obey,
But sometimes,
I wonder...
Why do we,
Have to wait?

I know I'm not,
The only one,
He hasn't,
Had ***,
But...
It is,
So tempting,
To break the rules,
And "do it" like,
Everyone else,
Especially in,
This day & time,

Cause...
*** IS EVERYWHERE!!
On TV, in my home,
In school, in the park,
In grocery stores,
In magazines, in books,
In the mall, on the beach,
(**** BEACHES), on the radio,
And definitely on the Internet,
The list goes on and on...

Being a ****** is TOUGH!!
Boys are always trying,
To play with girls' minds,
And the devil is trying,
To whisper to us softly,
It will feel good,
Just go on and do it!!
Trying their best,
To make us have ***,
As boys' hormones,
Seem to rage and rage,

Telling us,
We are the one,
Making us feel,
Beautiful & special,
Telling us they,
Love who we are,
Telling us they,
Loving what we,
Do to them...
Because it,
Feels good,
Better yet...
*** with them,
Will feel,
EVEN BETTER,
They secretly,
Are thinking,
To themselves,

Can kissing,
Hugging, and,
Holding hands,
Be enough?
That feels,
Good too...
Plus it's,
Sweet and,
Innocent,
Something to,
Be proud of,
To cherish,
To sing about,
It shows a girl,
And a boy care,
About each other,
W/o having ***,
And really love,
One another,
Cause they,
Can wait,

I guess *** can,
Mean love too,
If it's done right,
And God is fully in it,
But *** over the,
Centuries...
Has been dragged,
Through the mud,
No one thinks of ***,
As sacred or precious,
Anymore...

People "do it,"
Anywhere now,
There's no shame,
Only vulgarness,
Nastiness, & ***** dogs,
No longer it is viewed,
With respect, loveliness,
Purity, or holiness,
People in the world,
HATE to do what's right,
Men having babies and,
Not taking care of them,
Men mentally & physically,
Abusing their children,
Women having abortions,
What has the world come to?!!

Maybe God looks up,
On this world,
And weeps for,
Our souls...
Maybe God gets angry,
And starts throwing,
Things in heaven,
Thinking...what's wrong,
With these people?!
But in the Bible,
It says:
We are his,
Best and most,
Favorite creation,
Because God,
Loves humans,
Despite our...
Flaws and mistakes,

He knows from,
The beginning,
Of time...
He didn't,
Make us,
Perfect,
Like God,
Who is perfect,
In every way,
We are sinners,
Trying to live,
Day to day,
We ALL make,
Mistakes,
I had to,
Learn that,
The hard way...

I fell in love,
With a guy who,
Didn't really,
Love me back,
He just wanted,
To have *** with me,
But love blinded me,
He did everything,
He could to get,
In my pants...
But I kept,
Saying NO,
And he kept,
Getting mad,
He kept...
Asking & asking,
Harrassing me...

So I let him,
Have *******,
With me instead,
But it was so,
Weird and,
Uncomfortable,
I really didn't,
Like it...

At school,
We would make out,
Touch, and feel,
Making each,
Other's bodies,
Feel good...
I liked,
That part,
Most of the time,
Until he started,
Making me do,
Unspeakable things,
Trying to get,
As close to ***,
As possible...

Wearing me thin,
To the core,
Making me do,
Things I was,
Not proud of,
Causing me,
Emotional,
& mental stress,
Causing me to,
Love myself,
Less and less...
A downward spiral,
In my personality,
I began to lose,
The girl inside,
That I knew best.
Not from experience, i looked up what a '******' is, and I definitely am a ******.......
Xienab Aug 2014
It was time to leave.

The darkness you left me in is crawling into my veins and arteries.
Making home in the hollowness of what used to be a heart.

The vulgarness in your language that night has made friends with my white blood cells, so recalling you makes me sick.

The silence doesn't dawn on me until I look down at my hands.
You claimed ownership to them.
You used to hold them with love beaming from your palms.

I shrudder at the sight of happy lovers.
We are no longer lovers.
And happiness is a thing of the past.

— The End —