Lovely
Lovely
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
Lovely, he is so lovely
Gentle, he is so gentle
He calls me beauty
He says I define the word beautiful
I love him
He says he loves me too
We are so happy
They say we are meant to be
Sometimes he hits me
But I guess it is my fault
He says that I belong to him
Never will I have anyone else
I am trapped
Nobody knows that he carries a gun
If you are reading this
Than I must be dead
8 June 2013
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