Thursday, October 13, 2011

Purity Ring


First day of high school, Right after homeroom
Shutting my locker and who did I see
Looked like he grew up over the summer
All of a sudden I felt weak in my knees
Flipping my hair up slinging my backpack
Hoping for sure that he would see me

I made a promise to me and my mom
And on my finger is a story to some
Growing up it was just her and me
She cried the day I wore my ring of purity

Flashing a smile he was looking at me
He was my partner during biology
Laughing and grinning cutting a frog up
Going to prom night working a sweat up
We had a great time didn’t even need wine
It was the first time No curfew for me

But I’d made a promise to me and my mom
And on my finger is a story to some
Growing up it was just her and me
She cried the day I wore my ring of purity

He took me for a long walk we snuggled in his pickup
A perfect kiss like I knew it would be
My skin began to tingle my heart flew like an eagle
We were covered by the moonlight
and then I saw the real light
I told him what the ring meant
He said it really made sense
Then we watched the sun rise,
and ate my mom’s pancakes

I made a promise to me and my mom
And on my finger is a story to some
Growing up it was just her and me
She cried the day I wore my ring of purity

Paul Mize © 2011 



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