Stab this heart, make it bleed.

Kill this poetry that i read.

Taunting voices come from above.

As i read about love.

I wish i come have this.

I wish i knew this.

Never felt the kiss of a man's lips.

No man has held my hips.

I really want it.

But, i'll never have it.

For i am like a ghost.

Everyone uses me as a host.

No love.

Just the voices from above.