Friday, April 29, 2011

Before

Violent hands, tearing and shaking
every promise breaking
crushing my arms, crushing my skin
crushing out my breath, crushing me within.

I am smaller, I am weaker than you.
But what I can do
is stab you with my eyes
and hate and despise

The one I promised to love and care for
the one I said I would be there for
I said I would stay
forever and a day
Oh, but that was before...

Violent hands grabbed my hair
violent hands grasped my arms
and the children cried out
in fear and alarm

I am smaller, I am weaker than you
but what I can do
is stab you with my eyes
and hate and despise

The one I promised to love and care for
the one I said I would be there for
I said I would stay
forever and a day
Oh, but that was before...

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