Beaten


I tell you the truth, but I digress.
The lies you breathe into me are Heaven sent.
I try to believe but life is stress.
Memories leave me broken and spent.


Bruises heal, I do not.
Give it your all, or it will be gone.
Smack me with lies of hate and betrayal.
I will survive, you will not prevail.


I have been beaten with many words.
The best ones were hers, but there are others less heard.
I chose to believe though they sounded wrong.
You cannot speak of love and criticize the song.


They have lived it brick by brick.
They have heard all your lipstick kiss.
They have given their heart and soul.
Yours was sold for a little gold.


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