abused women
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You are more than what you present
You are violent and rude but are you content?
There is something more to you
If only I knew
I question the words that come out
My finger tips, cold
Touch bare chest
My heart beat, loud
Frozen in time
Arms grabbed me, forcfully
I had no choice
I looked away, tears
Blurred my vision
sleepless nights...her mind racing...she starts to cry.
she yells for help...but it's as if no one can hear her.
she panics, her mind still, she's confused, her soul is lost within itself.
When I love her,
she shines for me,
just me – a secret smile,
hiding tears darkening
her brown lashes,
until they make her
more beautiful than
she was before
she shined just for me,
