It was brought to my attention, the event almost too horrible to mention

I beleaved it taught, believed by slight presumption, that it had been well-known

That good girls were to heed to bad boys, troublemakers to keep their hands off

Squealing pigs were not meant to handle pearls, animals bad to the bone

For isn't that what they all are, rebels in society and home?

          Haughty language and saucy tone?

When I heard, dear heart, I came immediately to aid

Through torrents of tormented tears you told the tale

Lover, lost lover, who dost broke thy tender spirit and fragile mind

Of hateful words and fists that fell upon you like a golf-sized hail

Bruises on arms and legs stood out on your skin so pale

          How shall you ever prevail?

You're brave, that knave had the spine of a slithering snake

He lives to take advantage of one's eternal, unblemished affections

He needs it, he breathes it, it's like oxygen to his brain

But his lust for the blood of innocents requres correction

It is my turn to dole out anger stemmed from rejection and reflection

          Hate tastes of sweet perfection

Dreamcatcher, I implore you to wipe her clean of memories called nightmares

Candle flame, match her brightness, her resistance and vitality

Help her God, help her bestow forgiveness to those who dare oppress a saint

I admit to obsessing over her happiness and morality

All of us, even him, will submit to the power of mortality

          From me he'll receive no pity

On a rainy day so refreshing, I can make out the silver-lined blessing

We don't have to stay inside or go anywhere at all

Let us lay in the damp grass, side by side, watch the storm pass

Twin hands, twin sass, bruised hearts, red scars, fists no longer fall

Good girl finds that love is naught but a mockingbird's bitter call

          All we need is noon in the fall