To Young
I need an escape,
Someone there for me,
A human shape,
For me to see,
It seems every time,
I wake up next to one,
They tell me in time,
That I am to young,
Does age really matter,
When you find someone you like,
It seems that they can flatter,
Then throw you in a dike,
I hate being young,
But acting much older,
I wish I hadn't hung,
That weight over my shoulder,
I was always tought that attitude,
Tells a person's age,
Not when they leave to solitude,
Of their mother's cage,
But apparently what I learned,
Was much to wrong,
For the one I now year,
Tells me I am to young,
He calls me a chicken,
As he does all that is my age,
And it seems to have stricken,
Me from a page,
A page of a book,
That was his law,
A page that he took,
And ripped out when he saw,
A face that betrayed my age,
A body that was not of,
A youthful gauge,
But one of a mature dove,
That page was not all he took,
That fateful night in my infinity,
His name went into my own book,
As the one who killed my virginity.