Regret

Sixteen she was and he was barely twenty,
the first time she let him score,
she let it go way to far,
he was always wanting more.

She wasn’t sure why she did it,
except he had a handsome face,
a dime store cowboy indeed,
oh really, what a waste.

He was all about the notches,
marked on his leather belt,
love wasn’t on his mind,
no feelings he ever felt.

If she could only go back,
to that first time in the past,
she’d finally tell him no,
and no regret she’d have at last.