i don’t forgive you
your sandpaper hands climbing up the bark
peeling layers away revealing a spark
it wears out as quickly as it came
for you can’t have anyone know your true name
painted over and over until brand new
a veil for each one until you bid adieu
under it you are melting, an odorous mistake
only you wish it could be a prank
a lonesome world for those who bid harm
treating each woman like they are a farm
break them down and ravage with an axe
oh that won’t do, there isn’t a pass
Copyright © Simone Sears | Year Posted 2025
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