Out of nowhere came your fist,
Feelings of monumental pain,
My eyes began to mist,
Then pour like a cleansing rain.
When they dried,
Through the agony,
You could not hide,
The hate you held for me.
Is this really love,
It doesn’t feel that way
I asked to whom ever is above
Waiting for someone to say.
“No, it isn’t, run girl, run.
Into your life,
Into the sun,
Love is not strife,
Take my hand,
I’ve loved you all along,
Someday you will understand,
That what he does is all wrong”.