The Virgin Canvas

We were bound for greatness.
We were almost there.
Everything was still,

And then the gun went off,
And the blood was left there,
Staining my face.

I basked in the sun.
I basked in my glory.
Everything was left,

And we started it again.
And I found myself saying,
"Let's try to keep this canvas as clean as we can."
A new canvas, a new girl,
A new lust driven virgin with blood pumping through her veins
And hormones seeping out of her white linen skirt.
She should control herself.