Broken Love


Ribs bruised by a lovers hate,
eyes darkened by despise.
Shattered dishes like her heart,
which no longer has a disguise.

Running blood along with tears,
streaming from face to floor,
leaves stains from years of pain,
a life she chose and bore.

Things were thought to be so perfect,
by those who didnt have a clue,
that inside this woman was slowly dieing,
while his love for her was too.

Its easier said to let love go,
even if the price you pay is pain.
she fought the battles,lost the wars,
his demons she had slain.

Now broken and beaten love left its scorn,
and burned this woman, this wife, this mother.
She gave all she had and did all she could,
and lost her life to her lover.

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