Slave of Love
He slaps her around
until her cheeks are red,
blows and kicks
she loves him still,
all his frustrations
on her he lays,
she cries and weeps
but holds on still,
the mark of her tears
like tattoos on her face,
they tell her to leave
but she loves him still,
what a shame
he loves her he claims,
but his actions are lame
herself she blames.
Copyright © Joffy Ray | Year Posted 2016
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