I see what she wanted but not what I need
I have been left stranded all alone on this bloody street
Will someone come bless this mess
That has been left broken and incomplete?
I see daylight breaking at the crack of dawn
I see hopes of Delilah as an ancient bygone
Will someone come bless this mess
And save a soul withdrawn?
I have escaped Delilah's grips
And the lies of her lips
Will someone come bless this mess
And place me on the right escape ships?
I stand underneath this new daylight
As I rid myself of the gaslight
Will someone come bless this mess
And make it alright?
I now pick myself up and stand on my own
I push heel-first and crush the digital moonstone
Will someone come bless this mess
And build from it a cornerstone?
I see a new life across the sea
A queen's casualty, a king's custody
Will someone come bless this mess?
As I lay my autopsy bare and soar at my apogee
I am reborn into a being anew
My life bleeds colours of a different hue
Will someone come bless this mess?
I no longer wish for crimson to seep through
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.
