A teardrop falls
from the eyes of a virgin
but no one hears her cry.
She is strong they think
but deep inside she hides.
Befriended ones say they understand
but who can see
into the depicted heart of a virgin.
She searches for her soul mate
but the search in all in vain.
Denied the access into a love
but she remains.
She cries all night
and shines all day,
she sees the valley full.
Through who's eyes will
she be condemned
This anguished soul of a virgin.
04/06/2003
Author's Note: on 12/31/1996, a freshman in high school, i was babysitting and was bored so i pulled out a pen and paper and started writing poetry. i had never written anything before and it seems as if i can't stop writing :-)
Hi Christel,
It's beautiful. There's nothing wrong with being a Virgin is high school. Yes, there still are some. Don't rush, you'll find the right one. I can relate to this, been there before.