Photo Courtesy - Google
When he tried to squeeze me,
I touched the chillness
My mood swings
And I felt the stillness
I made the noise
No one heard my voice
I was silent
And he took over me
In his strength,
I was weak
The teardrops fell
He found pleasure
I saw myself in the ground
Was I dead
Or was I raped
Whom to ask?
I hugged him
I created the harmony
They blamed shame
Scandals spiced.
No comments:
Post a Comment