I originally wrote this in 2013 it’s the other side of NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE.
Beautiful Roses their message plain,
they came.
Chocolates and champagne too
A handsome way to say “I love you”
Sadly handsome is as handsome does
And no one wants to make a fuss.
But the message seems to fade away
As tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.
The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall,
The vase smashed, the flowers fall.
No good to offer soothing words
The shoutings all that’s heard.
The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .
Only half the tale is known
The neighbours have no idea of what’s happening in this home.
Things get worse she grabs a knife
She’ll put an end to all this strife.
She cuts him once she cuts him twice …
“You need to learn to be be more nice”
She whispers with a smile.
He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.
The police have been called more than once
But she always manages to repel their response.
The truth is, they would not believe
This poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved.
She carries no marks or bruises None at all for she is the one who abuses.
Her husband is a patient man
Who tries to please her the best he can .
But she cannot be appeased Nothing he can do makes her pleased.
She swears she loves him she swears it will change
But week after week it is the same.
He will do or say something wrong
And her patience will be gone.
He has tried to leave her tried to go
But she begs and weeps and carries on.
She promised she would get help.
He cannot see any way out
He cowers in the corner as she shouts.
The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ………
Then comes the usual banging at the door.
But he is dead there on the floor.
willowdot21 
