From the mind of paid pleasure

a poem by Karan

You satisfy the urge when you need it
Tulips bloom only in the spring
Don’t care if I ever need you
Moments together are few
You wouldn’t really care more
You’re getting what you paid for
If you’d look through the window
You’d know what I mean
Entertaining those, those I’ve never seen

But the glass you look through is stained
Warm and growing, but then it rained
Promised me money, my young mind just used
Every single day my body abused
Locked in a cocoon, a family suffering the same fate
Tried to write home but found it too late
Dreams just stored, unspoken
The life that once was, now broken
At heart and mind a maiden
Chastity lost, I was pure, but now the cause for your sins
Eternal it was when first came the kiss
But it was not love, just a paid pleasure
I’ve lost interest in that final moment of bliss.