Spanking
This will hurt me more than it will you...
Ohh
Mom if that were only true,
your striking hand against my skin,
over and over and over again.
Don't know what lies been told to you,
but my flesh speaks truth,
its black and blue.
Every person makes mistakes,
is that my punishment to take?
Seen and unseen little scars,
upon my skin,
inside my heart.
Trust me I'll do this no more,
don't get the belt out of the drawer.
You were right I wasn't thinking,
but...,
Does forgetfulness deserve a spanking?
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