Purple, black and blue…
Stains on a life time, and it hurts too.
Some people don’t put up with this
But as soon as you hurt me, you kiss,
And then I forget what a monster you are
Somehow you become my shining star
Coz deep down inside, there lives a sensitive guy,
Who’s hearts full of gold, and wouldn’t hurt me with goodbye.
This is the man I fell in love with
This is the man I want to grow old with
This is the man who loves in the day but hurts me at night
And I am so weak to fall for his charms after we fight.
Purple, black and blue…
Here he comes again to print another 1 on my bones.
And as he touches me I don’t move, I just scream and moan.
And I hate my self for making him mad,
But more so for loving him so bad.
Copyrighted Sara Tehrani 2008
ohh dear sara....i do hope this isnt self-poetry.......its lovely....it shows the hurt and pain clearly to all who reads....writing happy poems cud be the chane u want......love the poem... :)
I hope this is'nt really happening But it's a great wright 10++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem to me shows the power of love to look past misery. A very personal look at an all too common path. Excellent poem.10+