By Gia, age 18, Florida
The night we put both hearts on the table, with precious kisses hanging from love torn lips.
Driving away into the sunset, someone is there,
gently he grabs your waist,
pulling you into a dark corner.
you try to protest, but he just smiles,
telling you he won't find out.
By the time your run with adventure and condemning actions is over,
You have missed calls.
He's called, but you didn't answer; too swept up in conversations of what could've been.
You slip your bracelet back on,
fix your make up,
and brush the sex out of your hair,
He keeps calling, knowing that there is something wrong.
you smile at him,
telling him it was nice.
Waiting at the end of the street
Is someone you promised yourself to,
He looks at you with fire in his eyes,
you tell him nothing happened.
and he asks why you didn't answer your phone.