sometime men want to hurt us.
sometimes they want to rip our pretty brown hair from our heads and
tear our faces apart.
sometimes they mean to hurt us,
to hit us,
to scare us,
to kill us.
but sometimes,
men are just mad.
their fingers slip onto our bodies, and it's okay, because i'm sure it wasn't on purpose.
their eyes linger on our faces for a fraction of a second too long,
but that's what happens when you're young and gorgeous.
their ears can sometimes be deaf to what we say,
especially if what we say is 'no',
but that's fine because no one is flawless.
they make excuses, and they might lie, occasionally
but it's alright, everyone makes mistakes.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
#sorry
Ποίηση"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...
