He Will Come Again

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By Broken-Hearted Angel. •

He colored my skin black and blue again He splattered my blood on the kitchen floor, Left to stain my heart no more. My eyes shut tight to fight back tears I hide my face so no one can see my pain, The pain that softly grows stronger It is as it was before but my head is strong And my face is worn but no one knows. that I've fought the battle and my soul was torn. The memories that haunt my nights With the sorrow left inside my mind, Slowly feeling weaker each and every time I whimper against the howling wind, I sigh beneath the pain, I know that he will come again.

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November 8, 2005 01:14Crimson.Wings

i like this poem. it seems sad but hopeful. good job. :)