pearls

Pretty words
Worn around my neck
Just like a strng of pearls

But the bashing slurs
Morph pearls into rope
And hang my like a noose

Somehow my fate is in your hand
Your hands are on the lever
But also massage the sores

So someday soon
I'll take off the rope
And give you back the jeweld

I deserve more diamonds
More pearls and more consistant affection
Someone who'll give me the world