Broken, beaten, battered, bruised

This is a poem I wrote about never giving up on that one person.

Broken, beaten, battered, bruised
Give up I should, but I refuse
To many years I’ve tired and tried
Ow baby why won’t you just be mine?

There’s a hole in my chest, getting deeper and wider
I try to smile, but feel like crying
Think of something else, to distract my mind
But my heart is in too tight of a bind.

Broken, beaten, battered, bruised
Give up I should, but I refuse
To many years I’ve tired and I’ve tried
Ow baby why won’t you just be mine?

You told me move on, with my life
Have some kids, have a good time
That’s not a choice I’m willing to make
A sacrifice for you, it’s not a mistake
I know you’re the one for this lonely heart
I can’t accept where better off apart

Broken, beaten, battered, bruised
Give up I should, but I refuse
To many years I’ve tired and I’ve tried
Ow baby why won’t you just be mine?

Written by David O'Sullivan