She used to
be a « whore »
And now,
she is no more.
She used to
be in debt to him
Just
because he said them;
Those three
little words
With his
beautifully sad grin.
She used to
build castles in Spain
Where she made
him a prince, a man
Converted him
from a low-life,
“Lowfully”
low-life farmer to
An honorably
dignified King.
She gave
him everything a man;
A true man
would wish for.
But he
turned out to be no man,
Not a
little, not at all.
She refused
to give him her body,
She gave
him her heart, mind and soul
And nothing
more
As she was
no whore.
He did not
want more. Thus,
She fell in
love with him harder than before.
Do you see
now why?
Why she
used to be a « whore »?
He owned
her heart, mind and soul.
That is why
she used to be a « whore ».
And now
that she loves no more,
Not him,
not anyone,
She shall
never be a « whore ».
Written by: Nada Mrabet
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