how i got such a checky smile , violent men

I sat and waited he would be home soon my prince,
I sat and worried did i look ok ,
I sat and wondered if the casserole was cooked,
I sat and looks for mess or a spec of dust in the room,

I reflected on our first kiss,
I reflected on the day he had moved me in had really only been 3 weeks ago,
I reflected on him coming to the doctors with me he had been so sweat,
I reflected on meeting his mum as rebecca as me she had been so sweet,

The key turned my heart raced,
The door opened i wanted to flee,
He walked in the room i remembered,
He reached down to kiss me i shrank away,

I breathed air over my broken teeth,
I shivered i sat stock still,
He laid the flowers on my lap they burned,
He stroked my hair i shrank,

He turned and i knew,
He yelled his words a mist of unintelligent sound,
His first blew feel on last nights bruises,
With his next i felt the carpet beneath my check,
The final blew was merciful as i didn't feel it hit,
I wasn't there ,
I was anywhere but there,

I came to he had gone to bed,
I lay there and cried.