Poem.
By: Krisco

A/N: Surprisingly it's not about be O It's about a friend. I'm pretty sure she knows who she is.

Title: Love out of Lust, and Lust out of Love. Just like Sex and a Virgin

She needs to get over it.
She knows it’s not healthy for her.
Understood that her body isn’t listing.
It’s awful what sex can do.
It can make you part of that person.
It makes you think it’s out of love.
When really it’s out of LUST.
I don’t think she notices it yet.
But thats all it is.
She’s running around with her heart bleeding.
They fight again.
Soon she’s being called a whore.
Then she’s sitting there crying.
Wondering why she was called such a thing.
She finds her self laying down next to the pill bottle.
But finds that it won’t help her pain.
Someone figured she would do this.
She wants to end her life.
Oh, what sex and love can do to one?
Why don’t you ask her?
Why does it live on?