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Still Beautiful


He approached me with a smile Soft touch for a blissful mile Sweet eyes of honey He made my heart feel so funny Always desired my time Never thought of that invisible line Took me to places I'd never seen Rarely said things he did not mean My world's on top, when he's around My feet never stay planted on this disgraceful ground Is it true to be, Because this man is just so beautiful to me. My body begins to ache Physical Health at stake He's worth it I love this man for goodness sake. Even though my eye is black Arms are bruised Insides are worn And my bottom lip torn But I look in his eyes I see No deceit Remember how I first knew him? That's my receipt! So, leave me be He's still beautiful to me I find it hard to sleep Afraid of what he may do My hair is shorter, but just by an inch or two. He doesn't mean to hurt me He doesn't know what he's doing He's just upset about something Something that is still pursuing Meanwhile, I am his punching bag I feel no more pain Look at the gain I will contain He'll appreciate me one day. Can't you see He's still beautiful to me I don't feel the pain Yet it hurts when I can't breathe His hands clasped around my throat No room for the air to leave Can't he see my tears? "It's me, baby, I'm here" Please sympathize my fear Your happiness, I never meant to interfere "I love you, I love you" Is it not yet clear Why is this happening You're still beautiful to me Now I look down on you As I fly with little shame I was there for you until the end I played your selfish game I did not know all this time I was playing in the rain From heaven, down on earth Now I see Yes, Too late it may be But, I'm free Away from him Who was so beautiful to me.
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vdaien
I believe in using my voice, not only for myself, but for others as well. There are too many women that refuse to speak up and speak out on their own behalf. They either do not know their worth, or are afraid of what others may think of them. Being in an abusive relationship is a situation where time is Highly limited; the term too little too late, speaks for itself. I just hope this touches someone as much as it touched me when I randomly woke up reciting and putting it together.

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