till death us do part

Sparkling tiles, a polished floor
Like her dreams, before they shattered
Now she trembles by the door
Her hopes crouch, bruised and battered

She gave her keys, he cut her locks
She gained a husband, lost a friend
Another marriage on the rocks
In the beginning was the end

Marriage has become a pestle
Grinding love into a dust
She longs to rest but she must wrestle
To survive because she must

And so she fights the fighter, won’t give in
For she is made of stronger stuff
She steers her own way, won’t be driven
She’s a diamond in the rough


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