You will surely ruin the next girl.

It sounds like you have a new love.

A poem.

Just writing what comes to mind.

…and what we have made it into…

You long for my tender touch.

It is my fault.

The world is going in both the good live and degradation every day takes on new victims that did not include records.

This poem describes my inner voice…

You are prepared to ruin it all for the sake of your pride.