the woman who bled,
who courted and sorted
those sick in the head.
She held down no money
It went straight to the sky
to the fat cats with money.
Their paws in all pies.
He chose to marry
the one who would carry,
who could take care of those
with a heart that staggers, and slows.
They'd walk without impact
til their face hit the floor.
Their hearts so compact
but were crushed and hurt more.
Who would believe them
when they said butterflies gnawed?
But the girl who would listen
til her ears became sore.
He married her later.
(A ceremony of sorts)
He sent her love letters
but the love was cut short.
She loved him.
She loved him.
Her darling, she did.
She loved him.
Adored him.
But who could she kid?
From helping out others
her own problems she hid
and to marry another
would lift the lid.
No more other problems
to keep her quite sane.
No more other problems
to vanquish her blame.She ran from the chapel.
She ran far away.
This woman.
This saviour.
He had her but one day.
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