Venting poem

My body is an object,

Its all it will ever be.

Nobody loves just an object

That’s why nobody loves me.

You may be confused,

So let me explain,

You look confused

So I’ll show you the terrain.

Love is a game of give and of take

Lust is a sin and a big mistake

Don’t sell your heart

Listen to its advice

The heart knows best

It knows nothing of nice

If you listen to others

You’ll get in trouble

If you keep listening

Your fault will double.

Listen to the heart it knows best

Listen to your feelings and you’ll get stressed.

Can you hear me clearly

Boys are very needy

They don’t think too clearly

It will make them greedy.

My body is an object

Its all it will ever be

Nobody loves an object

And soon you will see.