It is the words whispered&
It is the words whispered
In the dark of night
Before light has touched the earth
By deceiving lips
It is the words spoken
Through gritted teeth
As his fist connects with her face
Leaving her to say she tripped
It is the lies that surround you
like water
and you are drowning
from this type of pain
This is not love
Love is a motherholding her daughter
As her face fills with tears
her heart fills despair
her soul with pain
Love is a friend who is present
who listens with great intent
who gives more than take
who does not not know the evil of the world
Love is his hands holding yours
Carefully tracing the scars
where others had caused you pain
making you believe life does get better
Because I love you is not an excuse
But an explanation of selflessness
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