She stands in the frame of the door;
Looking for him, looking for more.
She watches the rain, her eyes well with tears
She wonders, worries, waits and fears
She dreads his return home
But she wants him so she’s not alone
I hope these bruises heal very soon;
She whispers to the glistening moon
The cuts, he cut, cut more than skin
They cut down deep; her heart within.
She can’t live without this forbidden love
So she looks up to the heavens above.
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