She smiles with wounds hidden
Beaten by sticks
Thrown by stones
And yet she still remains the Queen on the Throne.
She is sometimes treated
as passing paper
blown by winds
that illuminate stains on streets
As his his feet seek to *****
her cleansed soul within...
The baggage she carries.
The shades of burden she walks with.
The sorrow that she has married.
As she feel like dust
as it has no value
when it's wiped of valuable goods..
He enters her purse
as she is not obliged to
be taken advantage of
By him who played the characteristics
of a two-faced lover as he has entered her...
All thanks to lust.
The beauty of a woman
not appreciated.
All her struggles fail
to define her, but are then told
because they are the reason of
UBUHLE BENTOMBI!!
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
She smiles with wounds hidden
Beaten by sticks
Thrown by stones
And yet she still remains the Queen on the Throne.
She is sometimes treated
as passing paper
blown by winds
that illuminate stains on streets
As his his feet seek to *****
her cleansed soul within...
The baggage she carries.
The shades of burden she walks with.
The sorrow that she has married.
As she feel like dust
as it has no value
when it's wiped of valuable goods..
He enters her purse
as she is not obliged to
be taken advantage of
By him who played the characteristics
of a two-faced lover as he has entered her...
All thanks to lust.
The beauty of a woman
not appreciated.
All her struggles fail
to define her, but are then told
because they are the reason of
UBUHLE BENTOMBI!!
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