Day: April 3, 2013

Dreams and Nightmares

You told me you loved me and I was the only one,
You told me you would cherish every memory that we made,
You told me I was the woman of your dreams,
No other could compare.
So why did your dream of us become my nightmare?
Why can’t I erase the vision of you making love to her?
Why do I keep reliving the nightmare of you,
Whispering I love you in her ears,
Telling her she was the love of your life.
Now I keep wondering if she is the love of your life,
Then who am I?

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Punished for Being Beautiful
She is beautiful and she is so afraid,
In a perfect world her beauty would be a blessing,
But in her world it is something of a curse.
Boys will look at her,
Men will lust after her,
And for this she is punished.
Hot, searing iron is thrust into her breasts,
Her womanhood has to be disguised,
She is told It is for her own protection.
She carries the horror of this torture in her heart,
She wonders who will protect her,
From the pain of the hot iron being thrust into her breasts.
Who will protect her from the psychological scars
And from the physical pain,
Who will protect her from the distress
When she looks in the mirror and sees
Her scarred disfigured breasts.
She cries silently into her pillow
And she wonders is her pain will ever end.