PAGE'S

Sexually abused, mental fuckery rained upon my brain, physical assaults daily, bruising my tiny frame. My page's can't be unwritten.                    〰〰〰                                             Ruled by heavy fists, nearly destroyed by devastating mind games. Kicked and body slammed by a drunken salesman on a rant. His page's can't be unwritten.                           〰〰〰                                             Some say fate, some, Destiny, other's, well, no way in hell. Who really knows, 'ol blue eyes and I, well, we figured, soulmates. Our page's started turning.                                                〰〰〰                                              Racing through life at dizzying, breathless speeds. Always on different page's, yet same book. Our page's, already written, can't be unwritten.              〰〰〰                                               Working hard, playing even harder, raising two beautiful innocents. 'Ol blue eyes and I, well, started leaving bruises on  each other's soul's. These page's can't be unwritten.                 〰〰〰                                              Aging, empty nests and depression, well, left us time to catch our breaths. Each learning lessons, sad, cold, hard truth, well, that'll do it. Each new page can now be written.                                                〰〰〰                                                With love, devotion and renewed faith, slowly healing our bruised soul's.With hope, trust and careful consideration of each other, well, simply,  lessons learned. Each page unturned, can be written, well, finally, same page, still yet, same book.