Is that two dozen roses
You have in the seat next to me
You and your boyfriend worse for wear
But happy as far as I can see.
For how many couples out there
Are those flowers a mask?
A cloak of normality
Soon to set about your task.
This one night of the year
When you show your love through a card
Spending all the other days behind closed doors
Abusing and beating your partner hard.
Those roses might look beautiful
A lovely shade of red
Then you beat her black and blue
If only romance were dead.
Dulwich Poet 14th February 2015
(I wrote this on a train home on Valentines Night, with lots of drunk couples on the train home clutching their flowers, champagne & cards...& it made me think of domestic violence, behind closed doors.)
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