Picture it,
A pretty face
Funky clothes
Thirteen years of shame and secrets
Pale-olive skin with red lips
Puffing on a cigarette
Black eyes
Too cool to notice you
Too naive to know, you noticed her
No fear
Self-destructive, invincible, and curious
Looking for answers
With a drunken idealistic mind
On a bumpy train ride to who-knows-where
And she didn't care.
"The Loyal Wife"
She sat on the couch
With a steak on her face
Wasn't complaining
Suffered with grace
He said he was sorry
With his usual doom
She nodded her head
Escaped to their room
She was in love
But her love was a prison
Strong and determined
To make a decision
He was impressed
By her essence of class
She had grown tired
Of being harassed
Thinking of childhood
She wanted to fly
He said without her
He couldn't get by
She laid on the bed
With the world on her shoulders
Dreaming of freedom
And someone to hold her.
“P.T.S.D.”
The words were always bold
Strong sentence in a riddle
Demeanor was the same
Big man and I was little
I learned to brush his rages off
Or penetrate his stare
I didn't want to be like that
His anger made me dare
In time as if a miracle
he had learned to love like me
Cause anger can be poisonous
Yet love will set you free
I saw him through the dark times
As he had done before
He used to be the healthy one
But now he'd been to war
His body ached profusely
I daily rubbed him down
Post traumatic stress syndrome
Perplexing thorny crown
I had to say good-bye one day
For drinking made him cruel
I didn't want to leave him yet in fear I acted cool
We saw each other daily
Kept on loving from afar
but I gave an ultimatum
So he died
And life is hard.
"The Old Days"
In better times you soothed my mind
Your love and soul were always mine
Strangers kissing in the rain
Eradicating hidden pain
Every breath you took sucked me in
Strangers to bruises
But that was back then.
