Again her mother told her,baby ,those boys are just vultures
They will scratch you,bite you and then so messed up you will become
You will try to mend the wounds but they will be so deep to fix
Your tears will be so cold that your cheecks will itch
And just like the wind they will be nowhere to be found
It will be just you and the guilt the pain and the shame
Blame but who's fault will it be so please baby escape those games..
Araphat seventeen.
©
A