Hurt Me Three
Loving hugs and welcome kisses,
I love yous and you’re my misses,
What we had was a special thing,
And I dreamt of you giving me a ring.
The way we met, the way we were,
I was yours and that’s for sure.
But you used your fist,
And you used your voice.
You used your power,
With so much force.
Tears were shed,
I was filled with dread.
I was speechless; I could not say,
I was left in such dismay.
As I look back, I see it now,
You should stand up tall and take a bow.
You had me fooled and you had me beat.
Did I say beat? But not as a figure of speech.
If you say that you love me so much,
How can you give me something other than a loving touch?
I was left with bruises, scratches and aches,
Filled with pain because my heart did break.
“I’m sorry baby; you’re the one for me!”
Then he would say…
“I lost control what happened to me?”
Months went by,
He was still on my mind,
Is this true love? Is this a sign?
So I let him back into my life,
A slap in my face he hurt me twice.
Shame on him,
Shame on me,
If he hurt me two times,
Than he’ll hurt me three.
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