Beautiful skies
Those sore green eyes
Stare blindly
Beaten senseless...
To the bone
Her life worthless..
Crippled and torn..
Painted with love as bruises..
Her home taken..
Her voice lost..
Into the eternal void of mercilessness
She must stay until the darkness
When he returns and touches her
To numb the very last bit of hopefulness...
Her breath slow...
Her pleading low..
And unto her a baby thrives..
Her cries broken and dry..
As her blurred vision brightens
A man walks in..
She knows its him...
She turns away but the darkness lightens..
The world brightens..
Just then she feels those hands...
But this time something told her they won't hurt...
This time they didn't..
They weren't rough..
Instead she was pulled against the very man she fell for...
Knowing it was so wrong..
And here he was..
Even after all those scars and bruises...
All those things keeping them apart..
She would embrace the man...
She would let him hold her..
She would want to be loved...
She would always let him get to her...
There was nothing she could do...
She belonged to him...
And he to her...
Nothing else mattered to her....
After all the years of hate..
She'd found love for him..
Her feet left the ground...
Her smile weakened...
Her eyes closed...
And little did he know..
They'd never open again...
He held her listless in his arms...
Hoping to fix time..
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Starry Skies..Northern lights...|√
PoetryStarry skies... Northern lights, Sometimes comfort is only a thought... A thing.. A person.. Yet it provides what we feel....