great perspective and subject for a woman love. Very mature of you.
Some truth some lies
A distant fragrance
Just like the colors of the season
Shades of red,orange and browns
Like that she has different canopy of bruises
In the kingdom of her body
Plastered by her dear husband’s abuse
He changed he says every time
With a sorry he ends
But this habits don’t change
How does that do justice to the memories they shared
He turned her into a empty tree
The leaves of hope have shed
But she is anchored to the sacred grounds of relationship
A naked tree that waits for the cold winters
To embrace her pain
As the icicles of nostalgia stabs her everyday
Dear Autumn with you she falls to the ground
Dreaming the spring of fresh air
To drive her off her faith
Fear has become her cup of tea
She has become a motionless victim
Surrendering to her husband’s temper
The truth…
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