- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Spring Rain
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I’m so fucking tired of being afraid,
Of being your whore, who never gets paid
I suck on your cock, you just hit me again
I can’t take any more, I can’t take the pain
And the bloodstains
They get washed off in the spring rain
No matter what I do, seems I can’t get it right
I always end up hurting and crying at night
The bones they will knit, the bruises will fade
The time has come for me to take it out in trade
And the bloodstains
They get washed off in the spring rain
I give everything I am; you know it’s my way
But I can’t go on, its time for you to pay
My heart is all empty, nothing left there for you
You leave me no choice, only one thing to do
And the bloodstains
They get washed off in the spring rain
My new found freedom, Lord it is sweet
Knowing tomorrow, I won’t get beat
Staring in awe at the knife in my hand,
What went wrong, this ain’t what I planned
And the bloodstains
They get washed off in the spring rain
