blank slate, they say
but no. life is very much figurative
to trust you or not
just like every petal of the flower i hold dear
picking and asking it to forgive them but nah.
NAH. life is one of a hell of a ride or die with them.
it makes no sense at all. pointless to say.
needless to say that I was unworthy of their accusations
for there is no proof that I did it.
but rather a hearsay by someone irrelevant.
said by someone, i was labelled as a thief for stealing food
to feed it to my other half
said i stole his watch, but little did he know that i hate watches and clocks
another said I stole a muffin, but he did not know that I starve myself to eat and contain only a few
I ain't no tabula rasa for you to forgive me
i was once impure and unclean for you to accuse me of something i never do.