Dead Sands

Lines of lies in treasured veils
Tall proportions weighed on a misogynistic scale
Bludgeoned with expectations of poise and composure
Slapped with scolding memos of ways to scold her
Hedonistic values with tokens of false appreciation
Thunderstorms of differences without hesitation
Share resources of conflict inflicted instead
Now realizing all the while, the love once there is now dead
