Tainted Love
Love is gentle
Love is kind
Love will rip out your eyes,
and then you'll be blind.
Love is not jealous,
nor hateful or vile.
Then why all the bruises?
And such a fake smile?
Love is never provoked,
but you know its a lie.
His 'love' makes him hit you.
His 'love' makes you cry.
Yet love still endures,
and still you won't run.
Till one day his love,
kills you with his gun.
Love hoped and believed,
his love was okay.
But never should someone,
love you this way.
Copyright © Brittney Rhoda-Goode | Year Posted 2008
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