love ,sex and facebook
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Yes! Yes! He accept my friend request
I could remember the joy that filled my soul
It was so much it leak like snat coming through my nose
my heart was like the prime minister on Election Day
Singing victory, victory we will rise all d way
Because you see he
He was the best
He was most definitely better than the rest
His profile pic makes my spine intermingle with my intestine
Make my liver start to shiver, which had my body moving like the Michael Jackson thriller
And all I could ponder was the future we had together
Not thinking about how this could begin my demise
Because the only thing on my mind was love, sex and Facebook
I could also remember the first time he instant message hello
And how my body went numb from head to toe
And how that one word began a new reality which only include him and me
Ah reality where we IM whole night
Ah reality where dirty texting was alright
Ah reality that was
Completely free
Ah reality that only Facebook could provide me.
Your know people does say sex is between the ear and between the legs
Well boy, Facebook video chat prove that theory right.
Let’s not talk about the night he said I love you
I swear my body was going to split in two
Because those were the word that I was longing to hear
The words that I need to hear
So over joyed I missed the cue
Which fore tell only the true
But I didn’t care at the time
Because the only thing on my mind was love, sex and Facebook
I know I’ll never forget the first time we met in person
And how he seem like something I’ll never regret
Because he was most definitely the best
With a body that’s is hard for words to describe
I was so glad that he was mine
So when he asked that fateful question
All of are sudden I pick up a stammer
Yeeeeeeesssssss ……………..I’ll havvvvvvvve sex
Now this was the first time for me
Who better to take my virginity?
Than he!
He promised me that it would be
The best thing that could ever happen to we
Yes we cause he told me that is what lovers do
One is easily taken in by what one loves
So how could I say no
Because all that was on my mind was love, sex, and face book
The time was set,
The location had already been chosen
For once I didn’t have to wonder about my hair or what to wear.
Beause everything was in place
All that was to be done was the embrace
First we kissed
I was so nervous I almost missed
Then he placed his hands on my breast and mines on his chest
We felt each other’s heart beats
Synchronize,
I thought to myself
He most really love me
As the rhythmic motion of love make began
So I closed my eyes and I counted to three
Three week and three day
Three hundred notification were on my Facebook page
Three hour s is all it took for 3000 thousand to take a look
Three times I had to cry
Three people to whom I said goodbye
3 miles I had to run to meet my final destination
3 times I looked over the edge
3 times I wonder if this was right
3 minutes I gave myself to ponder
So I wonder
Why do people lie about sex, to get sex, during sex, after sex about sex?
How could I allow myself to be fooled?
Is only three weeks I knew this fool
If I could go back in time
I would deactivate my profile
I’m not saying that Facebook cause this to happen
All it did was provided a forum
This destroyed my life complete
If I could, I would tell my sister to never make this mistake
But I’m dead
After all it’s my suicide note your’re reading
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You've touched on a very important topic and have truly been able to describe what can happen if the right tools fall into the wrong hands. This is a very powerful poem. Thank you for sharing this with Power Poetry. I really do hope that everyone, especially those who may be falling into this type of trap, has a chance to read and reflect upon your poem.
Despite the great message within your poem, there are a few techniques you can work on that will make this much more powerful.
If you were to maintain one rhythm throughout the entirety of your poem, the overall flow will definitely add to the permeating ability of your message Another seemingly miniscule tip is to watch your grammar and use of words in the correct or incorrect places. Although your message is clear, when the reader has to stop and think about what you actually meant to say their focus has been broken and must be regained.
Overall, this is a very touching poem because too many of our youth are falling into this trap, men and women alike.