The river calls to me and I must
cross it while time still agrees with me.
You agree with me, it feels unjust.
Oh Delilah, how are you still with me?
Have I signed my soul over to you,
even as my body ships itself afar?
Is my name all that you want?
A bond that only leaves a scar.
Nevertheless, I must traverse even if it fills me with sorrow
You are my scar of today;
the ship, my suture of tomorrow
Oh God, I wish I could stay.
Cry me a river for my ship to sail
Lest you become my unwanted anchor
I wish not for your love to become stale,
but your vices do not concur.
I can feel my heart beating against my skin
You embrace me in momentary goodbyes, but all I feel are your bones.
Tell me, Delilah, do you bleed from within,
or do you intend to lay my heart with tombstones?
It is time, I must leave
with a piece of my heart behind
You are a part of me and yet I feel bereaved
Have I taken part in a love so blind?
Our covenant was bound by digital ties
Our bond is laced in sweet venom
Will you tie our future with digital lies,
and throw me far into the chasm?
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.
