Last night he hit her again
but this time she said it was the END
even though she said that a 1000 times
Her screams are the melody of a woman scorned
her cries are of a woman reborn..Lesson Learned?
Wondering how she could let him degrade her
I listened to their last words...filled with intense passion
But there is nothing new about this..its played out and old fashioned
He'll be back...the thought makes my heart ache
She covers the bruises with scarves and glasses
He tries to fall in love...but instead he crashes
But she'll say she's sorry just to get him home
Now she knows things don't stay good its merely how they start
She couldn't hide the bruise of a tortured heart...
I guess that's the hardest part
Because the next man will see those same scars
So is it his fault that she's hurt
Or did she forget her own worth
Loving too hard was her gift and her curse
Should i be embarrassed or just plain scared
Thinking back to the time i was there
If only i could have shown her the way
Just wanted to post and old poem of mine..Please feel free to comment or critique :)