by | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

Long before the hurt dug in, the build up had begun,
The pointless comments the little quips, that ended all the fun,
Anger filled sinew released in a slap, too late now on its way,
It can’t be retracted once its sent, all manliness slips away,

A look of horror and disbelief, that violent play will bring,
An angry red welt on a loved one’s face, “sorry” won’t fix a thing,
The sweat, the tears, strain all apparent, the hair all torn apart,
Questions the words “I love you”, engraving defeat in the heart


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