From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Sheila
Date: Thu Apr 14 11:00:59 1994
I first met this sweetheart in my childhood.
She was the cutest girl I had ever seen.
I thought she was going to last forever.
I don't understand why guys can be so mean.

I called her a friend, and sometimes she was more.
Why this shy girl fell from grace no one knows for sure.
During the day Sheila was her given name,
but at night the guys had other names for her.

I remember back in kindergarten,
when she asked me if I would be her boyfriend.
I later found out I was her fourth that day-
it didn't matter.  I just didn't want it to end.

I saw her walking down the street a few years back.
I caught myself thinking about what could have been.
She winked at me and said it would never last.
But that never meant it couldn't happen.

Our high school years came and went in a blur.
Sheila spent all her nights out on the town.
She flirted and she cooed, laughing at every pass.
If she liked what she saw, she just might go down.

I remember those nights she ran to my arms;
crying from the pain- not so tough on the inside.
She acted like a tramp and lost out in her games.
Wasted youth withered behind a mask of pride.

Never before and never since have I heard the cry of a horny angel.
Yet every time I made love to her it was only in my dreams.
I awoke with visions of her lips just a breath away-
her mussed up hair and lace underwear falling apart at the seams.

She was always smiling, and sure she always laughed.
I suppose the life of the party agrees with living in sin.
Why she always went back for more I'll never know.
But they always took her and used her and left her again.

I got a letter the other day and out poured her life.
Sheila wrote of boys and men, hopes and a broken heart.
I wished for her a happy ending after all her pain.
I'll never know where she went, our worlds grew too far apart...