Roses in the Snow.
By Andrew Hide
Her blood falls in the basin, like roses in the snow, she wants to escape the violence, but there's nowhere else to go. She's really taken a beating, her body's black and blue, she dosen't feel the pain no more, for this is nothing new. She only feels a numbness, a deeper sense of loss, it was all her fault, it was her that made him cross. She wanders off to bed now, she don't know where he is, this isn't how she chose to live, but this is how life is. Tomorrow may be better, she'll try not to make him angry, then his love comes out, the man she chose to marry. She knows life can be better, may be one day, kids, but for their sake, not just yet, that's just the way life is. Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 09:41 AM PST, Andrew Hide 0 • 1
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