“Why doesn’t she see?”
My spittle moistens her face, and blends with the tears
I yell and yell and no one gets along.
Have we no more love?
Is it all gone, washed in a wave of lust?
With each syllable my hearts bleeds,
But this silence that darkens over my soul is much worst.
“How can he do this to me?”
Haven’t I gave him all that I have?
My heart, my body, and my soul
And love, love, love
But now this
