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A Love That Hurts
She wears her silence like a veil
Stitched with echoes of nights unseen,
Where shadows whisper fractured tales,
Of love that turned to something mean,
A heart once full, now torn between.
His voice, a storm that splits the sky,
His hands, a thunderclap of pain
Apologies like fleeting sighs
Washed away yet fall again
A cycle spun in endless chain.
Behind closed doors, the world is blind,
To screams that never reach the light,
She paints her face, she speaks in kind
Hides the bruises out of sight,
Convinced that love should feel this tight
But love should never be a cage
Nor hands a shackle to endure
No kiss should ever taste of rage
Nor words be blades that cut impure
Love is not a wound to cure
One day the silence cracks apart
She finds her voice, she dares to breathe,
Steps beyond the past so dark
Where fists no longer weave her grief,
Where love is kind and love is free
Copyright ©
Oriana Lezama
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