from the ink of her dry pen
she carves words dipped in emotions
marks of sorrow molded into connotations
of Poetic verses, the written Psalms
of her timid screams, caressed by her palms
as she pours sweet words to her stigma
hoping her words lose their enigma
her heart left in the open.
as the day slowly bleeds into night
those words were promises of pure love
to a broken heart, and of memories shelved
with torn skirts and absent fathers
who left uncles to express their tainted
definitions of love, those were the words
they uttered, "I love you"
but their intentions serpentine.
when she was too young minded
to highlight the truth behind the words
they waited in the shadows,
so they configured their plans
to molest the virgin minds of little girls
to peddle their fantasies into reality
they found her cooking her dreams
as they ripped off her aprons.
they knew the right words to say
some found her caressing her wounds
as they fell in love with her scars
so they painted her with the same
paintbrush, trying to decrypt the awe
of true love, as they prey on her
while exchanging words of love.
©love_life
L