For as long as I have waited underneath
My life was never in my hands
The skies above look down on me with ignorance
as I look back in anguish.
Look at me Delilah, and judge me not
Take me in your arms and make me forget
the scars of yesterday, the sutures of tomorrow.
I wish to stand on my own,
but prefer your crutch to my dignity.
I can now stand, stand in love with you.
Hold my hand darling, as I hold yours
Our fingers intertwine, like stars divine.
As we walk out of these shadows,
the skies look dry,
and yet it rains as I think about who you are.
I don't think I know who you really are,
and yet you are all the familiarity I need.
Come now, Delilah
will you be my mistake,
as you fashion me into your weapon of choosing?
Come now, Delilah
Let us sleep underneath
the new shadows that seek us in The Reckoning.
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.
