I fear your words
Those monotone eyes
Say nothing wise
But
The curve on your lip
And
The grip of your fist
Keep me in fear of what's to come next
If I could go back
And warn her
I would say
Speak out you will not
For your opinions do not matter
Your lips may move
But only for his pleasure
You will see no rainbows
You will hear no angels
You will only fear
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
I fear your words
Those monotone eyes
Say nothing wise
But
The curve on your lip
And
The grip of your fist
Keep me in fear of what's to come next
If I could go back
And warn her
I would say
Speak out you will not
For your opinions do not matter
Your lips may move
But only for his pleasure
You will see no rainbows
You will hear no angels
You will only fear
