• Softly she spoke
    Her whispers thick as smoke
    Her words cut sharply
    Gleaming marbly
    Never with a second guess
    Never with something less
    Words with a brutal might
    Never seize to start a fight
    Kindness hides behind a wall
    Never showing all is all
    Beating to a bruise
    Never just a ruse
    Pain is a gain
    Working as her cane
    With one thing in mind
    Pain is the biggest find
    Sensitivity is not a care
    Bleeding flows with every tare
    His heart it weeps
    As love it keeps
    Taking the beating
    His pain is feeding
    Hoping she is lying
    Yet tired of trying
    He waits for sorrow
    Hes done at morrow
    Then he’ll leave
    Perished or breathing
    Going with his strongest heave
    He will be leaving