Never told

 Never Told

by john cla55

they never told me

you were one of the

mean girls

it would have been

nice had i known

now it is perfectly

clear to me

why the rejection

and here I thought

it was just some

imperfection in me that

kept me trying by

scoring touchdowns

sinking baskets

knocking fly balls

all in vain

when all along 

your interest lay

in trailer courts

in melon fields

cheap dates in

sand hill backseats

 grinding all the way

singing sweetly

coming Sunday

tears streaming freely

repenting again

for mean girls sin

again and again

but they do not cheer

nor do they care

for the boy who

bought his Wilson ball

up the Devil's court.