Their first love was a whore
red flag front of me
waving and waving
and i saw world without colours.
They were mystical being
a siren with voice so golden
that i believed the stories of love.
You have most beautiful eyes and your
smile makes my heart bloom, they say
words that love bombed me to oblivion.
Oh how you stayed with me from hours to days, days to months
you became my skin, my mind and my thoughts.
Too fast and too little time,
another red flag but this time it was a bomb.
Till my little kisses and gently warm hugs werent enough for your thirst,
all i wanted was picnic under apple trees
slow dance and love poems.
Your ideal, your plan and your thirst
gin tonic and multiple red shots,
and my body was yours.
I felt we were together, but not in love
i was yours but you weren't mine,
your human fleshed sex toy.
And you still desired for more than you can bargain
and i didn't have rights to be a human.
Normal is too vanilla, too bland for your taste.
Value of me dripping drops of blood
like my taint.
Drops drops drops red
I lost my kindred spirit, best friend of mine
payments payments, your body can pay the bills
olympus camera and account for site black and orange,
naughty acting for the lust ones.
Finally your mask drops and i see a monster
the real you
not the one who paints me with kindness.
Two years and 6 months more,
you hunted in shadows behind me for a deer and got younger calf.
Yearning affection, demanding a reaction
and you got one
red mean kind.
And i shout, scream and crawl
red knees and broken heart
the women that i was is killed by lies, abuse, cheating and untrust.
But you see,
this is my ticket for a better life.
She tells her,
first women was a whore
and next one is a mad women as they lie together in bed with red sheets.
I am thriven with madness, angry and in love with the death,
you are skipping the main point.
I am the devil you made me.
Mirror mirror tell her the truth,
under the curly hair is a bald head
and cracked tooth,
you are no wolf, you are mutilated lamb who choses to prey on others.
Why women stay silent
We lose ourself, our mind and our undergarment
faces wont believe
these are the lies, they are the problem
when your own skin doesnt make you a human.
So i fight harder and harder,
i wont be silenced
truth hurts more than lie
wrapped in red.
red flag front of me
waving and waving
and i saw world without colours.
They were mystical being
a siren with voice so golden
that i believed the stories of love.
You have most beautiful eyes and your
smile makes my heart bloom, they say
words that love bombed me to oblivion.
Oh how you stayed with me from hours to days, days to months
you became my skin, my mind and my thoughts.
Too fast and too little time,
another red flag but this time it was a bomb.
Till my little kisses and gently warm hugs werent enough for your thirst,
all i wanted was picnic under apple trees
slow dance and love poems.
Your ideal, your plan and your thirst
gin tonic and multiple red shots,
and my body was yours.
I felt we were together, but not in love
i was yours but you weren't mine,
your human fleshed sex toy.
And you still desired for more than you can bargain
and i didn't have rights to be a human.
Normal is too vanilla, too bland for your taste.
Value of me dripping drops of blood
like my taint.
Drops drops drops red
I lost my kindred spirit, best friend of mine
payments payments, your body can pay the bills
olympus camera and account for site black and orange,
naughty acting for the lust ones.
Finally your mask drops and i see a monster
the real you
not the one who paints me with kindness.
Two years and 6 months more,
you hunted in shadows behind me for a deer and got younger calf.
Yearning affection, demanding a reaction
and you got one
red mean kind.
And i shout, scream and crawl
red knees and broken heart
the women that i was is killed by lies, abuse, cheating and untrust.
But you see,
this is my ticket for a better life.
She tells her,
first women was a whore
and next one is a mad women as they lie together in bed with red sheets.
I am thriven with madness, angry and in love with the death,
you are skipping the main point.
I am the devil you made me.
Mirror mirror tell her the truth,
under the curly hair is a bald head
and cracked tooth,
you are no wolf, you are mutilated lamb who choses to prey on others.
Why women stay silent
We lose ourself, our mind and our undergarment
faces wont believe
these are the lies, they are the problem
when your own skin doesnt make you a human.
So i fight harder and harder,
i wont be silenced
truth hurts more than lie
wrapped in red.
oletus
