The Woman In Me

Crimson stains on my pillows
The same on my sheets
My eyes were swollen
I could hardly speak

A stab in the heart
Is how I had felt
Down on your knees
You wept as you knelt

You begged and you pleaded
As I turned to the door
For me not to leave
I trust you no more

And never again
A man could I trust
I ached and hungered
As I tried not to lust

One day a real man
Walked right up to me
And said I am the finest
He ever did see

The truest of men
If ever there was
He never does yell,
Hit, scream or cuss

A slave to him
I never will be
Because he sees
The woman in me

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