Sexual Contempt And Misunderstanding Poem by Abby Wesson

Going on about her day, with makeup fading fast
How could she be so stupid, hiding her treasured past
No pain held in that grader, shredded away the skin
Worries no longer present, she never did give in
Till now she floated in daydream, up till sunrise came
Gone past her six foot splender, to the lava drenching shame
The guilt that kept her prisoner, no one ever knew
That this girl was now a stranger, alive to only few

How could she go on living
How could she go on true
How could she ever fade away
I did it because of you
How could I you ask me
How could I be so blue
How could I commit suicide
I did it because of you

Lovers quarrel in a meadow, picturesque and cruel
Her heart torn down the middle, she was a lonely fool
You chose to tease the heartbroken, seize the moment going down
Held closer to the lies, don’t let her sweet face frown
You cry your tears at leisure, come faithful journey undone
Choke on waters seeping, tears that may have come
Little dancers dream of passion, catch the fire move your feet
Make sure that devil in your pants, is thrusting to the beat

How could she cry forgiveness
How could she be a toy
How could she not be honest
I did it for a boy
How could I cry for him
How could I destroy
How could I never learn
I did it for a boy

The love that you have given, keep on a waiting list
Past women you’ve forgive, me you’ll always miss
Come back my friend to never land, just a childish plaything
Seductive trance of ladies charm, breath of her enchanting
Goodbye to sanity, forgive me in hellos
For where im spinning out of, heaven only knows
Last remark so obtrusive, I apologize sincere
And today my last remark, is of loving you my dear.