Those two same hands he swore would always hold her,
they now seek to push her far away.
And all of those whispered words which he told her,
fading foul on her tongue were sweet nothings yesterday.
She let him inside, now needs her no more,
Her heart bangs hard within her chest,
her hands pound pain on his home’s door.
He swore she would be loved by him forever,
sold such soft sentiments with his smile.
She soon opened both her heart and legs for him,
who knew forever would only last a while?
He locked her outside, as his wife wails within.
He never told her his wife existed,
only promised that there was only one for him.
Strangers stop and stare as if her torment’s theatre,
spectators to the ghastly games he played.
It looks like tonight’s performance is a true tragedy,
yesterday only romance was displayed.
His children cry inside, told to ignore her horrid voice.
That her wailed words are all ugly, untrue,
swears sincerely he’d never make such a cruel choice.
Sends his hard done-by wife outside to meet her,
fast flailing fists declaring she’s a whore.
More harsh words she swiftly uses to greet her,
each screamed until her throat feels sore.
She hurts on the outside, fair face torn by his wife’s claw,
her heart howls “Enough!” on the inside,
her feet flee fast on stony streets still dirty and sore.
Further and further from him she’s sent staggering,
cruel streetlights shan’t let her fade.
She’s sure that this must be the death of romance,
funeral bells toll for dreams she made.
I was left on the outside and I tried to warn her.
Hope she finds true love waiting around the corner.
Copyright © 2015 Philip Craddock. All rights reserved.