You once said you gave me your heart,
In return I gave you mine.
You once asked me to keep it safe,
And I thought our path would never stray.
You once said you'd never hurt me,
Yet across my face was your fist.
You once said to say nothing,
And I let it fade into the mist of memories.
You once said I was beautiful,
When I wore that dress of blake lace,
Even after you placed,
all those bruises on my face.
You once gave me a blade,
Yet didn's tell me what to carve.
Now deep are the stitches I must sew,
As you took the knife away to starve.
You once brought me a gun,
Yet said not what it was for.
Until you pulled the trigger,
Sending me to a distant shore.
You once said you were sorry,
Yet a single tear you have not shed.
Now you sit in a cold dark cell,
Being the reason I am dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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