Bruises

She's still got the bruises, you know:
a nice yellow one on her arm
where you grabbed her and wouldn't let go
and a black one right by her heart.

She counted
the number
of times
you said you
were sorry
that night,
but counting
the steps to
the door
she always
comes up with
one more.

She counted
the number
of times
you said you
were sorry
that night,
but counting
the steps to
the door,
she always
comes up with
one more.

She's still got the bruises, you know:
a nice yellow one on her arm
where you grabbed her and wouldn't let go
and a black one right by her heart.

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