Never knew you were killing me
Thought you were the one
Yet still I sit and wonder
How far had you gone
One day left
Other day right
Mark on my cheek
Just another fight
Roses so red
Blood you’ve shed
Apologies were made
So I stayed
Now I sit with a broken hand
Crying my way through a broken land
I cannot leave you
This I can see
For all I have are apologies
Promises made to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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