My heart is my savior
Words create a song that hold lies like the snipping sneaky snakes as Devils servants, the world tries a sweet cresting melody that swims in my ear canal to my wondering brain to start build of a house to store the lies....he's reaching towards my heart hovering;he's hands hold promise of supreme paradise; the body of him, is nothing but a mere vessel of the fantasies flooding in my head....my mind, body, and feelings trapped in his hypnotic eyes but my heart be little it is still free. To ring vows of truth, in the chaos there is a voice that stays in the shadows...it sits in her fields of flowers breathing in the roses humming the accuracy of the he who is trying to take control, but she being the light that is dim in my soul as his lies spread like venom in my blood to access control she finally whispers five simple words to end it all "he is not the one"......my spirit glowed with the light of pure, my heart beat raced like horses feet on hard dirt ground, the world of his pain lifted from my small like shoulders relief filled me and I accepted it with open arms.....in the far distance I hear another voice of love but he is different...my stomach don't cringe from the sound of his voice, the wall around my heart broke with each soft word, the she in her fields of flowers stood to the ringing of his majestic voice....my body turned on its own to see a God in human form hearts were in my eyes I floated in the air and she in my head said five words to start it all "he is finally the one"......
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My heart is my savior
PoetryHe is not the one.....but the other he is the final one....