Stoned to death
Burned onto the scorching heat
Blamed by the moralists' blind faith
Despised by the self-proclaimed saints.
She's the wicked seductress for them
No one believes that she's also a victim
This cruel society convicted her without a trial
She's imprisoned without the benefit of posting bail.
She was once an angel,
Who valued LOVE the most
But now, she's a sinner
Because of that garbage that disguise as LOVE.
Can she also use an alibi
That like you, she's human
Who's filled with imperfections
Who was once swayed by the forbidden one.
Can you forgive her
Just like how you forgive your lover,
Or can you spare her a chance
To convince you,
That you and her are the same,
Neither saint nor sinner.
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UNHEARD SCREAM
Poetry"Too many things that were better left unsaid, that had to be left unsaid." I am tired of all the lies and betrayal. And of broken promises that were never meant to be fulfilled. But amidst all those uneasiness, I keep on writing my thoughts to less...