Red Roses...

Roses are red
violets are blue
why is your man abusing you
long stemmed flowers
and a card to match
for a sudden dispatch
elegant gifts
he spent half his paycheck on
it seems like one minute he cares
and the next hes gone
loud vicious screaming
you hace done something wrong
patronized force
he has gotten strong
wild punches
gashes of blood
you hear nothing
but each powerful thud
he tells you he loves you
as he gries on you shoulder
hes sorry that he hurt you
but its to late now your black & blue
from each deranged attack
your latest pummel
was only a smack
the next time will be worse
his angers are too strong
but hes already convinced you
that with him is where you belong
so you will stand here and take it
until death does you part
because you brought to believe
he really loves you somewhere
in his heart...