Just cover up those bruises,
no one can know
the pain you go through
because of love...
It's not really pain,
just the anger she has.
When her fist
collides with your cheek,
you fall to the ground limp and quivering.
Then the kind, gentle hand reaches out,
whispers in a sweet loving voice
""Baby I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."
So you get back up and into her arms.
The only love you have ever known,
and the only one you ever will...
YOU ARE READING
Creations From a Genuine Heart
PoetryWhen a genuine heart speaks, its words resonate deep in the hearts of others. For, one must become their true self to have a genuine heart. Poetry and music is the genuine heart's language and gift to the world.
