Tale of a Whore

Tale of a Whore

You felt like a king with a significant crown
Because she loved you enough to draw her pants down
You glowed with pride after the last round
Then you became a beast with a hard frown.
You call her a whore because she was cheap
She gave you all, love was the tip
She made you hard from bottom to tip
Now she’s garbage just after the trip.
For love she was a whore
She would hold you if you fall
Satisfy your lust from dusk to dawn
Yet you clutch hard with your claw.
Her heart tore open by pain
She couldn’t live with the negative fame
She jump to her death to end the game
She wished Love never sang your name.



5 thoughts on “Tale of a Whore” by Michael (@Ordeezy)

  1. The flow of your gem brings the pain that encompasses this poem to my sense, as i inhale it beautiful rhyme. the poem depicts the barbaric act that common in the heart of guys of nowadays. Excellent post

  2. Its a lovely piece

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