Moroccan Wednesday - Dedicated To My Rapist, Ach
Could have been
A beautiful meeting
Your strategic plans were puny
But mighty
Your sword was dull to the touch
But pricked my finger as I stroked it
Your lips seemed gentle and pristine
But, when I turned my back
I felt your bite
You tore my flesh
Sometimes I feel a gentle breeze
Sometimes I long for the beauty of Morocco
Craving the exotic ambience
I forget your deception
I forget my pain
I forget my tears
I forget you
|