Dec 2013
That's it now
the whole show
of his love
all spent out
those bruises
like medals
after war
remind you
he's been there
his call card
the bruising
of both eyes
the split lip
his bouquet
of flowers
red and blue
wrapped in fists
just for you.
the whole show
of his love
all spent out
those bruises
like medals
after war
remind you
he's been there
his call card
the bruising
of both eyes
the split lip
his bouquet
of flowers
red and blue
wrapped in fists
just for you.
Few things get me angrier than abuse of women or children. Why the heck women stay with that kind of guy I don't know.
(Sussex, England)
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