Marks of Love
There are many different shades and marks of our love. There is blue where each time you slap me you left a blue mark of love. There is black were everytime you hit me you leave another mark of love. There is red where the blood has trickled down from my cuts and my newly busted lip here again you have given me a mark of your love. Then there is that scar on my cheek were you hit me and broke my jaw another mark of your love youve shared. There also is the scar on my nose where you broke my nose another loving mark of your love. But the true mark of our love is the ring on my finger which keeps me with you now and always. As much love and marks of love that you shown me I should consider myself a lucky woman but I dont im miserable and broken never to be put together again because all the marks of love you have given to me have shattered parts of me that I can never replace. Written July 3rd, 2001 © on Jul 03 2001 03:30 PM PST 0 • 1
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"There are many different shades and marks of our love...."