why does she cry?
only when its dark at night
the table breaks
the glass shatters
her bloody hands
crying screaming not seeing
a love so full that it hurts
love made of something weak
his fright with her devotedness
isnt love about caring?
isnt love about loving?
showing us his strength
leaving her with pretty bruises
still she stays
waiting for the day
when loves pain will go away

 
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