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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