Jun 2017
Spare me excuses,
These aren't falls they are bruises,
Wrong boy she chooses.
Words hurt like fists do,
Apart from words remain scars
Painfully longer.
These aren't falls they are bruises,
Wrong boy she chooses.
Words hurt like fists do,
Apart from words remain scars
Painfully longer.
I'm writing a song on domestic violence, so thought I'd put a few Haikus on.
(26/M/Middlesbrough - England)
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