A Poem by ashweejune

Written in 2008


Mascara and tears stream down her face

Looking in his eyes, she feels out of place

The feeling of love, seems to have been tucked in for bed tonight

Nothing to be done, nothing to say

Interlocking hands, separate with pain

The day he left, the clouds cried of rain

He told her he’d figure things out

Badly broken, her ears wouldn't hear

Torn and afraid, she remained in fear

Desperately trying to let love in

Instead, only razors zipped across her skin

Losing him would tear her apart

No longer hers, death be her heart

Thinking of something that will make her realize

Everything he said, was true, and not lies

Reaching out to touch her arm

Neither abuse nor violence would he bring upon her

Longing for the day to go back to love as they were.

Forever and ever, she'll always care for him

Hand and hand, it is the war they finally won.

© 2011 ashweejune

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Added on October 1, 2011
Last Updated on October 1, 2011



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