Black eyes, bloody noses
Love and red roses
You say you love me,
Yet you beat me.
...
So seductive is what you are to me.
So seductive is what you'll always be.
The sound of your voice...
Seems to give me no other choice.
...
As I lie awake in bed
And I try to clear my head,
I think of you
And the things we used to do.
...
Look at the bride.
What a beautiful bride!
All dressed in white
For the world to see.
...
This is just a little bit about who I am. I am a high school student. I live at home with my mother and my younger brother. I don't really consider myself to be a great poet. I only write about the things I feel. It all depends upon the mood I'm in. Most people say I'm mature for my age, but I have been known to go wild on some occasions. I just won't people to read my poetry and I want to find someone who actually understands the deeper side of me. So, if anyone has any CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM to throw my way, feel free to do so.)
Abuse
Black eyes, bloody noses
Love and red roses
You say you love me,
Yet you beat me.
Abuse....
When did it begin?
When will it end?
Bruises and scars
Little red cars
You buy me all these things,
Yet we fight as if we were in THE RING.
ABUSE
Sexual, Verbal, Physical
ABUSE
TORTURE.....
To the mind, the body, and the soul.
ABUSE....
When did it begin?
When will it end?
I really like your Self Made Woman poem...