Women abuse
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She's in love with an alcoholic,
I find it a little scary,
that people can go and gossip,
not knowing what she is feeling.
Abuse that she has to face,
his anger she have to taste.
Her life is a metaphor,
The blood drips down from the scar that was just created.
The rush of pain and anxiety, no longer subdated.
Her tears were dripping like soild rain,
Dreaming of the day she could rid herself of the pain.
You bless me
With a tear that drips
From your chin
To the arm of this faded couch
A tiny blue river of you
That dries with my sighs
As bad jokes spill
On hearing ears
Fears fall away
