He holds her tight into his arms;
He kisses her lips kindly,
Making her feel special for that day.
A thousand apologies for his mistakes,
But yet he does it again and again,
Always leaving
The mark of his so called 'love',
Upon her body and torn soul.
He tries to sooth her spine with
His hands but she shivers
At his usual kindness,
Telling her the repeated words,
That are so frequently said to her,
"I would never hurt you again"
But that same night the mark
Of his sick love is placed upon
Her dying soul once more.
She knows the wrongs of
What he's doing to her
And when for that one moment
That he caresses her,
They all fade away like puffs of smoke,
But yet with all the hell
That he brings to her,
She still stays always bearing
The mark of his so called 'love' upon her.
He kisses her lips kindly,
Making her feel special for that day.
A thousand apologies for his mistakes,
But yet he does it again and again,
Always leaving
The mark of his so called 'love',
Upon her body and torn soul.
He tries to sooth her spine with
His hands but she shivers
At his usual kindness,
Telling her the repeated words,
That are so frequently said to her,
"I would never hurt you again"
But that same night the mark
Of his sick love is placed upon
Her dying soul once more.
She knows the wrongs of
What he's doing to her
And when for that one moment
That he caresses her,
They all fade away like puffs of smoke,
But yet with all the hell
That he brings to her,
She still stays always bearing
The mark of his so called 'love' upon her.