Love and Lust, and a Young Girl’s Heart

The rain hides her tears as she walks the dirt lane

And she tries to block out the wind that calls his name

She wanted love, he offered lust, and she wasn’t game

Backseat ultimatum, a 93 Hyundai, is not the same

Wet clothes clinging like a funeral shroud of soured love

Flashes of chain lighting in the distance thunder from above

Put out or get out, parting words stung, like a slap from a leather glove

Pulled up her jeans, buttoned her blouse, not for sale, now shove

Sees the lights of home, won’t be alone, Momma’s open arms

Hush now hush, out of them clothes, no need for alarms

You done right girl, hold tight to your heart, save your charm

Now off to bed, Momma tucks her in, now safe from harm

Sobs in her sleep, Momma’s tears burn, too old for lullabies

Morning sun breaks, syrupy hot cakes, her smile survives

Quick kiss goodbye, grabbing books, school bus arrives

She won’t give up, she's strong of heart, and so quick revives