In a room where windows never open,
there are burning desires
of unbeknownst interests that are well hidden.
I am a moth to these pyres
with innocence as my linen;
I march forward as nothing else matters.
I need something to touch me
I need someone to heal me
I need someone to pull me from oblivion into sweet eternity.
The world is spinning around me
Won't you come and spin against me
Pull me to my closure and set me free
My insecurities push me around
and crack open a window in this room;
a fractured existence looking at hope unbound.
A glimmer of light in this home or a tomb
shines across my head that is now crowned
with love as an ancient heirloom.
I need something to touch me
I need someone to heal me
I need someone to pull me from oblivion into sweet eternity.
Come for me darling, our fates now agree
I am yours, and you are mine
Let us make our reality.
The crack in the window, now it shows
a beckoning future with a sword and a rose.
You drag me out, do you indispose?
I grab your heel, you pull me out
Is your love just innuendos?
I need something to touch me
I need someone to heal me
I need someone to pull me from oblivion into sweet eternity.
Your body is a rose and your love cuts like thorns
Use my love as your plaything
I am yours, indisposed.
YOU ARE READING
The Boughs of Love
PoetryLove is patient, love is kind The wrong kind is toxic, the worse kind brings harm As you read this poetic story, do keep in mind To like and follow, if you so like my charm.
