Lover I am Black and Blue
From Loving you
But not on my body
That belongs to you
Lover my heart aches
From loving you
But the scars you left
Are so deep and cruel
Lover my eden and
My soul is broken
I light my torch so that you
Will find the way back to me
The steel you subdue
Is nothing compared to the
Metal that cut me
Through and through
Lover I am Black and Blue
From loving you
But not on my body
That belongs to you
About the Creator
Melinda Aylett
49 year old woman with 16 year old daughter. Always had a desire to write and I find creating with words in either poetry or short stories a great way to access my creativity and relieve stress.
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