Walking Into a Door
I pray you don’t get grief from your bosses
I’ll have either a slap or a kiss
My friends don’t ask me about the bruises
I believe my love will help us through this.
As long as we both shall live, as we vowed
I believe that somehow you still love me
Like a swift darting through a windy cloud
I receive the blows that make unbeauty.
Learning to walk upon smashed up eggs shells
Learning when I should duck from your mood swing
Learning the tell tale signs the warning bells
In the mean while I’ll take the battering.
Embarrassing to friends and my families
A change may happen if we had babies.
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