beauty lies bereft and bound
it cries for help but utters no sound
mascara kisses on bitten lips
etched by lovers worn fingertips
purple bruises and sullen eyes
the broken skin it never lies
fists of thunder do not make a man
nor the swift strike of the back of a hand
a thousand apologies can never repair
the displacement of a single hair
for she is not an object for you to own
she is a queen that deserves a throne
**** you.
28/11/2018
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
beauty lies bereft and bound
it cries for help but utters no sound
mascara kisses on bitten lips
etched by lovers worn fingertips
purple bruises and sullen eyes
the broken skin it never lies
fists of thunder do not make a man
nor the swift strike of the back of a hand
a thousand apologies can never repair
the displacement of a single hair
for she is not an object for you to own
she is a queen that deserves a throne
**** you.
28/11/2018
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