He’s with you and can’t ever be mine;
You’re hauling a new life that you must care for life,
So, please stop calling me and don’t act like so pure;
Whilst you’re claimed shyness got filthier for sure.
You should imply shyness in any way;
Instill the real meaning of it through your purity,
But why did you spread your legs imprudently;
If you’re hesitant that the lad you’re with will be with you truthfully?
I’m writing this poem to outburst my sentiment;
The sentiment I sheathed for many years.
So please don’t be a devil in my sight;
That beguiling me to do things oversight!
Stop calling me and give me peace;
For I’ve never been decadent to you in any place.
Why should you wreck my silence?
If timidity and coyness is what you claim to be.