by Unknown
Dec 2009 380 Views 2 comments
"Love" at his Hand
All these years, she tried to love that man,
Even after the hurt began
But all he ever gave her was the back of his hand.
No more beatings to be denied
No more bruises makeup cant hide.
No more broken promises to abide.
All this time love was wrong
Something real and true is what she longs.
In tender arms is where this damaged heart belongs
Even after the hurt began
But all he ever gave her was the back of his hand.
No more beatings to be denied
No more bruises makeup cant hide.
No more broken promises to abide.
All this time love was wrong
Something real and true is what she longs.
In tender arms is where this damaged heart belongs
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
I've suffered my fair share and then some of abuse at my "lover's" hand. Real love doesn't hurt like that. Love can be very false and leave an illusion that can paralyze us.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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