Bitter Honey

ugly crying beneath the purple sky;

I revealed to my mother the gown ripped.

what could I do?

the gorgeous girl put peaches in her hair.

as sweet music plays in the forest, mad women whisper like the wind blows.

I asked you to sit with me after all our friends go,

but you said no.

I stopped.

but they say he doesn't lust you, he sings an elaborate symphony of your beauty.

how have men let me worship their love?