Literature
The Stain
Kill the beans, pull the sprouts.
It's time it finally came out.
Give me your secrets give me your pains,
I am sick of my heart's stains.
I want to be happy and clean,
I'm never able to get that self esteem.
Can't keep myself lean n' with that sheen.
Thrills of the world with the girls with their curls
Trying, Loosing.
The shattered pieces of the heart
Some thought to never part,
Could start a cycle so victorious
In breaking the most glorious
To leave the kings profusely notorious.
Create an antebellum,
Using harsh words as flagellum
to inflict the most pain
to sustain the heart
In stains
Full of your feign.
The Stain