Instead of having fires of passion
They have been replaced by fires of anger.
Instead of you murmuring sweet things to me,
they have been replaced with spite and bitterness.
Instead of you being next to me,
There is a vast space
and it’s not just the stretch of a hand
but, it is everything.
Kisses have been
replaced by tears and
concrete walls now guard us
from each other instead of the
the home we once lived.
Eyes are the window to
the soul but, my
shutters have come down
so that you cannot see my broken heart.
You promise you’ll
change but you never do
all that changes are my bruises
you give,
from black to blue.
Why I am I still here?
Well, isn’t it true, if
Belle can love a princely beast,
can’t I learn to love you too?
The man I loved is not who you are,
he’s trapped inside your angry heart.
So, I will love
the beast, till death
do us part
so there’s a chance my prince will
come.
