I feel dirty,
I feel filthy,
I feel impure,
Everytime you parade around,
With your whore.
I may have been tied to you,
In a bonded knot,
But I will never give you,
My body, my soul,
Not untill you change and mend your ways.
I want the purity to be restored,
I want to feel pious and piety,
I want you to respect our relation,
Making it our beautiful heaven,
As it should have been.

CHAPTER 22;
PIOUS AND PURE,

Scars-gift of Love.

- Vrinda