Something of mine:
He stands stopped, face to the ground
hearing and believing only guilt and rage
From her vengeful mouth he is pressed tighter and tighter
A box devoid of pride or masculinity
Justified in her will, teeth bearing and perched on a rock
He stands stopped, face to the ground
No rock, no place of purity
He stands stopped, face to the ground
hearing and believing only guilt and rage
From her vengeful mouth he is pressed tighter and tighter
A box devoid of pride or masculinity
Justified in her will, teeth bearing and perched on a rock
He stands stopped, face to the ground
No rock, no place of purity
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sooperzero:
thats fuckin awesome
mirror:
I like how you write.