They met in the darkness under the brightest stars,
when she and her vagina were clean
He would join hands for her,
and dance for her,
and loved her
the melancholy in her eyes scheduled it all,
when he accused her for having a dirty vagina
she felt like a hooker,
slayed her soul,
and howled in the trees
but again,
she knew she cleaned it everyday
they kissed like lovers, and walked like love
but he said she had a dirty vagina
comatose and buried, she cleaned it everyday,
she washed it with the agony she had pet
but he said she had a dirty vagina
she cried to wash it with tears,
bled to wash it with blood
but it was never clean enough
never deserving enough
and maybe that's why,
she died a virgin
maybe she had a dirty vagina.
