I hold myself To erase the pain Of his last slap...
I ran away As far as I could Before he caught me...
Where can I go? Who would take me in? Why would they bother?
He stands there Wanting me to come to him And he hold me to him.
"He'll never touch you again." He says, holding me tightly. And he goes off to fight.
I can only watch As past and future battle Wanting to win the girl...
(c) Emily Charleson, used with verbal permission.
Spikey Spiegel · Fri Sep 29, 2006 @ 07:15pm · 0 Comments |