By allison
Date: 18 October 1997

You Lost

Mexico cross and colored beads
Yellow shirt and your grin
Whole truth and nothing but the truth
You did not do me justice
You would not cross the sky
I am a prize and you lost
He lost too. Fools.
Is it in your stale hormones?
Has your soul thinned so much
That you don't dare to risk?
I am worth it and you wanted me
It is not my fault
I am a prize and you lost