More bruises and even more lies.
Worries fills the woman’s eyes.
She wasn’t supposed to see
Yet she watched him hurt me.
All I think is “I need more blush”
To cover the bruises and blood
When he leaves she offers me a hand
Watches carefully while I stand.
Now everyday we share a glance.
Her care gives me hope, gives me a chance.
Everyday I notice the pain in her eyes.
Now we share the same lie.
Her eyes mirror mine with pain,
I hope her kindness is not in vain.