Wear it Well

I would send you
To the very gates of Hell,
But Darlin’ you wear pain
So well.

Those red lines
Embedded in your eyes,
Those bitten down lips
And voice exhausted from sighs.
Tears rolling down cheeks
Leaving glistening streaks,
You’re left weak.

I would send you
To the very gates of Hell,
But Darlin’ you wear pain
So well.

Flattened finger nails,
Chipped and worn.
All dressed in black
To show your pain,
The burning sun making
You red again.
You’re in your own Hell,
Golly don’t you wear it well?

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