Boredom is but a simple thing: Your mind wanders, Forever lost in it's own paradise- Sun and surf and those cute jerks Stumbling past you Dying for your attention.
So you give them that attention. They're eating it up. Next thing you know, You're getting up Leaving your security behind. You follow them away; Away from prying eyes. They tell you you're pretty You blush and simply smile.
They grab your hand, Tell you it's ok. They've done this thing before; It's totally safe.
So you're there on the couch Tounge in his mouth Wondering where your shyness has gone While he's touching you- Hey this feels kinda good...
He makes the first move- You dont resist, Who would? Oh my, you're lying down now, Wonder what those preps would think of you now? You've gotten a guy, They should be so proud of you.
Hair tousled, heavy breathing Is that really your heart Doing that heavy beating? You're unsure now, But it feels so good. Wow this boy must love you, This is so important to you.
Before you know it, It's over. He's getting up now; Back to the beach for him. More beauties to choose from; But what about you?
You've given him the most important Part of you. Yeah, babe, it was fun while It lasted, he says. Shaking his head, he turns to leave. You withhold a searing scream.
How could he do this? Doesn't he know? Of course he doesn't- Does any boy?
So while you're left crying On a bed in a motel, He's out there Somewhere: You hope living a life Full of hell.
So I've told you before But I'll tell you again: Boredom is a simple thing... It'll get to your head.
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kaylasmiles: oh god this made my week, i love you on January 23, 2011 10:30 AM