How many times have I told you to,
Just leave it ,
To just drop it
And to just let it go.
You are nothing but a red lipstick slut,
You are nothing but a messed up whore,
You are nothing but a SIN.
Don't forget the times you were chained down by the society.
Don't forget the times when the kisses given to you were nothing but LUST.
Don't forget the times when you roamed on the lonely streets , raped not once but again and again by the same vodka drinkers.
Your face brings back the memory of my oh so forgotten past.
The same scars , the same smile and the same SINs.
But not the same person.
Chains are meant to be broken and red lipstick are worn to smile.
So when I see you , I see the purity and innocence that your soul beholds.
When I see you , I see the mended pieces of your heart.
AND
When I see you , I see nothing but a
Jar full of virtues.
- K⚓️rusha
YOU ARE READING
That's it
PoetryIs that it or is there more to your story. Because I still can't hear you.
