Lost Virginity...

Stormy weather, stormy feelings of rejections, meditated reflections;
One by one all retributive causes are riding together,
so many stories untold, so many stormy weathers;

Lift your hand and watch all the hearts breathing and listening
to their voices, to their echoes, while I beg around falling leaves and swelling my tears with the taste of salted grief:

They beat me! My nose bleeds, so do my feet, with the memory of my virgin youth.

And now there is no reply from your side, not even a thought of giving
and affection, I do rest in dark confusion……. I did open my heart to you
lost child! I quest in dark confusion and there is no reply from your side while I am
Swallowing my tears with the taste of salted grief.

They beat me, my nose bleeds, so do my feet,
with the memory of my virgin youth!

© 2004 Saiba Cassone