You kiss me tender like I've been bruised.
My life has been black and blue ever since I met you.
And I like it. I think it's beautiful like the ocean at midnight.
We're dressed to the nines and surrounded by starlight.
You hum a song that comes to your mind each time you see my face.
And I thank whatever's responsible for this amazing grace.
"You're my angel," I whisper.
Silence was your only answer.
You knock me out and I'm tender because I've been bruised.
