Way she wept

Legs crossed
tears dropped
Without a pallet fifty shades of blame
The big picture punctured and ripped

She wept with different poisons in the heart
Pure sadness would cleanse her
Though she wouldn´t be cleansed nor cleaned
Sudden injustice for the pain occured

Hair down over the red cheeks of her face
Regret had grown into a beast
One no love could conquer
One that would bite her with jagged hungry teeth

The wet face squares up accusing
Eyes locking onto the sympathetic listener
Rage and tears roll ears refusing
Justifying fault by every man who kissed her

The way she wept
lines of water stuck her hair to her face
No handkerchief just sighs and whines
her true and bitter piece of personal disgrace