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BRUISES TO BOUQUETS (GAYLA)

It's been 36 hours and 11 days
Since the last time I heard you say
You were sorry
It won't happen again.
You rub my back
To caress my shame
As you cut me down
With the words you say
Then you're sorry
It won't happen again.
From bruises to bouquets
A brand new dress
Diminished becomes my confidence.
A kiss that's sweet
You're love I crave
I long for you
To one day change
And be sorry
So It won't happen again.
Lower and lower
Your conscience grows dim
While higher and higher
This pain within
Then you're sorry
It won't happen again.
From bruises to bouquets
A brand new dress
Diminished becomes my confidence.
It's been 36 hours and 11 days
Since the last time
I heard you say
You were sorry
It won't happen again.
You rub my back
To caress my shame
As you cut me down
With the words you say
Then you're sorry
It won't happen again.
From bruises to bouquets
A brand new dress
Diminished becomes my confidence.
It's been 36 hours and 11 days
Since the last time I heard you say
You were sorry
It won't happen again.





María Ángeles A.
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