He sent her a message 
out of the blue
it was less than a page
not meant for me or you

her tears they roll
down her soft tender face
his words are small but the take there toll
for they have hurt my grace

more than any physical blow
Though he will soon be taught
That anger returns it does grow
and when it returns to the starting spot

It's a raging torrent of fury
pounding his face into the concrete
And away from him i will not hurry
I walk slowly leaving his broken body on the street