Red Wall

January 8, 2010
The Red Wall
Blood trickled down the wall,
How could everything just fall?
What was wrong with the world today?
Why was she the one to pay?

She didn’t do anything wrong.
But he hadn’t bothered to hear all her song,
Full of pain and heartfelt sorrow.
He never asks, only 'borrow'.

He says he loves her, but how can that be
Obviously he doesn’t own a dictionary,
For if he did,
He wouldn’t fib.

Fist shaped bruises marking her face,
Love really doesn't matter in this case.
Once more, he slams the door
Not looking back to see her sore.

And as she watches her perfect world fall,
The crimson red stains the wall

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