The decade has been waisted Times cruel touch grasp heavily, sure to crush the will to live Today, there’s no sense to make, as pain poisons all logic Brutal are the hands that wound, and violently kills love
Damaged, broken, the brides mocked a whore labeled unworthy Children question the why’s without answers presented Assumptions deem her useless disposable, deserving
Hands meant to protect, heal, love merely offend with a strike Uncaring notions at best concerning a lifelong vow Vows meant nothing from cold lips emotionless, without care
Sacrificed everything for nothing but selfish gains Taking down everyone without consideration While labeling the bride, whore a beaten down, foul, whore
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Raw and powerful poem… Interesting counterpoints… at the end, vows didn´t mean so much.
You have portrayed a sad reality that many women must overcome… Luckily, resilience is such a powerful force… Sending all my best wishes!
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Raw and powerful poem… Interesting counterpoints… at the end, vows didn´t mean so much.
You have portrayed a sad reality that many women must overcome… Luckily, resilience is such a powerful force… Sending all my best wishes!
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