Black little heart

Black little veins

Things can change

But they're still the same

Like the battered housewife

I am used to taking your pain

The bruises swell and I cry out

Blood flows freely like rain

The odd broken bone maybe

Black eye to find an excuse for

People think I’m really clumsy

For walking into that door

I try to forget what you do

Pretend I imagine these things

But I can’t take away

The agony you bring

Author's Notes/Comments: 

one that i wrote to describe the colour black. the other bits i just added

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