Random Poetry

To Write Love on One's Arms

And I wrote love on my arms,
Right next to my veins,
In hopes that all of nature would
heal those awful pains.

Those pains I put you through,
My heart, at mercy of yours,
As it quite rightfully should be.
I, am at surrender.

I have not been the best to you,
Nothing of which you've deserved.
I wrote of you,
A bird, with eyes of sterling blue.
I wrote about she trapped you,
And now, you're thinking it through.

My guilt runs through these veins,
I have cried, my heart seized by pain,
But nothing, nothing of my pain compares to that of what I have put you through.

My trouble, is my past.
It, a glowing demon,
I allowed to rip through my nerves and grip at my core.
I scowl at it, now, it shall not control me!
For all the love in my heart,
I shall fight and I shall win,
Fighting a battle underneath my skin.

In my nerve fibres, in my brain,
A chemical turmoil, to which I shall slay
And silence, for your honour and your soul,
Mean far greater to me than any words I could summon.

I have let things, the demons of memories hurtful, those past snakes,
I have let them infiltrate my good nature for much too long.

I shall emerge victorious,
As I already feel that burning in my chest!
The scalding burn of determination, as I
Lull over depression's hollow, metallic frame,
Claiming my peace.

My drive. A focus.
But I shall not let it consume me,
For bow to it, this feeble, mental demon I shall not.
I bow only to you, my love.