And your love I will cherish,
tell death do us apart.
For underneath this picture which has perished,
our souls have claimed each other's heart.
And now every move to claim you I have taken,
lest your thoughts close and the demons awaken.
And now every promise I have broken,
is found inside this diary where I have spoken.
And now these walls are littered with hate,
because I worry your intentions will alter our fate.
For inside this wave of unambiguous dismay,
the days have already started flying away.
Because upon the tears of the ticking clock,
we have now become two faces of old.
Because under these ripped piety stakes,
our souls of innocence we have never sold.
Because no matter what these demons say,
our love shall always be in bold.
And upon my embrace of death,
only your hands I shall always hold.
YOU ARE READING
Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
