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Created on: July 04, 2009
-This is more the death of teenage romance through wise, smart choices...or perhaps it should be something more along the lines of, "The Death of Teenage Lust/Stupidity...er, Romance." It was written for a friend of mine. Please enjoy.
Beautiful girl, listen to me.
You're so very young, not yet sweet 16.
You've got aspirations and dreams, goals and big plans.
Don't dare to give in to his pleading demands.
Beautiful girl, heed my cry.
Don't give up without a reason; TRY!
You're lovely and bright, faithful and true.
Please don't let them take advantage of you!
Beautiful girl, please don't forget.
You're straight from the angels, a gift heaven sent.
Look at yourself, at lovely 15.
You're discovering life, and all that it means.
Beautiful girl, at fresh, young 15.
Awaiting her man, and all that he'll be.
Begging and pleading to God up above,
"Oh why can't I have a man, just to love?"
Beautiful girl, no longer a child
Fiery; unique, yet somehow still mild.
You bring to the table a fresh, touching flair.
But don't let them catch you all but unaware.
Beautiful girl, please don't forget.
You're straight from the angels, a gift heaven sent.
Look at yourself, at lovely 15.
You're discovering life, and all that it means.
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