The door knocks down
It gets quiet around
and you can smell him 'til here
he reeks of anger and beer
And his hand is fast
The colour will last
for at least a couple of days
But it's his love-showing-ways
He would never want to hurt you
and your brother, and your mother, too
And he's trying, of course
They don't need a divorce
He tries to convince you
and you attempt to believe, too
If tomorrow he'll survive
you promise to cut him out of your life
But if he needs you so bad
does it matter if he's mad?
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𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 ✦ 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 ❊ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 �...
