I am tainted,
he is sin on my very skin
and he knows not how changed I am.
All because of him.
My heart under lock and key,
but my body given freely.
He thinks the act means love...
My fault, I fell for just a boy.
Maybe when he is a man....
No, he will never understand.
Only I seem to notice the obvious
I am simply tainted,
no god would save me now
because the sin is in my very skin.
All because of him.
Author notes
The beginnings of my poem "Tainted for Him". I just can't bring myself to delete this version.
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