Purple and blue bruises against my skin,
dark and tender like crushed fruit.
Red pours out and I feel so loved,
a moment that I am not me.
It's like beauty and love,
when I cut into my flesh.
Like tender kisses pressed into skin,
I am alive within these four walls.
......
Sometimes she was mad, and when she was, she frowned,
Then she would pout, stamping both feet upon the ground.
Frogs would start croaking, and the cats would run around,
As close by passed a colorful parade, of princesses crowned!
Into tall, wild green grasses, the big bunnies would bound,
While laughter would pause, on the giddy merry-go-round.
Dogs would start barking, and sad bluebird would fly down,
Crooning its beautiful song, until her smile again she found!
Purple and blue bruises against my skin,
dark and tender like crushed fruit.
Red pours out and I feel so loved,
a moment that I am not me.
It's like beauty and love,
when I cut into my flesh.
Like tender kisses pressed into skin,
I am alive within these four walls.
......
Sometimes she was mad, and when she was, she frowned,
Then she would pout, stamping both feet upon the ground.
Frogs would start croaking, and the cats would run around,
As close by passed a colorful parade, of princesses crowned!
Into tall, wild green grasses, the big bunnies would bound,
While laughter would pause, on the giddy merry-go-round.
Dogs would start barking, and sad bluebird would fly down,
Crooning its beautiful song, until her smile again she found!