
He said he loved me
His true intent I could not see
I thought he'd set me free
Instead more chains now hold me down
As society shows a frown
He removes my crown
I'm no longer pure
They'll blame it on my sexual lure
The pain and memories I'll forever endure
He said if I loved him I'd obey throughout
With each thrust I cried out
With no one to hear
I wept in fear
I knew the end would soon near
My grip was tight
As I held on to my fright
And once he was done, he left my sight
My body was sore
I watched the rain pour
Now they call me a whore
But they don't know
How bad I want to let go
Decorate my corpse with that little teal bow
About the Creator
Medusa Poems
IG - TheBlondeMedusa
I hardly know a thing about poetry, except for the simple fact that it allows me to harness my anger and depression into something I can be proud of. Hopefully someone else enjoys it too.
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