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Whore
Her look from upon the floor, no words to tell me I was a whore
Although deep in her eyes, I could see her covet
She wishes she was the one who had done it
And just as the last time, for her jealousy I have to pay the fine
She claims to want the wedding white
She know I can see the light
It hurts her that no one loves her that way and she keeps thinking
Someday
Although deep in her eyes, I could see her covet
She wishes she was the one who had done it
And just as the last time, for her jealousy I have to pay the fine
She claims to want the wedding white
She know I can see the light
It hurts her that no one loves her that way and she keeps thinking
Someday
Published 13th Jul 2013
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13th Jul 2013 3:39am
13th Jul 2013 2:03pm
18th Aug 2013 1:22am
I go into a poem & I take what I need from it. in this poem, I see that other girl inside you, the one that doesn't quite understand. you do the sin, & she suffers...
18th Aug 2013 1:33am
When I wrote this one it was about my sister and I when I gave my virginity away, but later down the road, you're right, that other girl suffered for the sin.
