A poem written about love unrequited. |
When love spreads its vicious jaws And cleaves a heart in two. And a blood, pure white, falls To the floor, its budding arms ensue. Ever closing towards your vacant heart. Unable to find an entrance to your soul. Struggling to become ever part Of your bleeding heart and whole. My breathing stopping short at the sight Of your self before mine eyes. And my face does blanch white with the blood of the unwise. And the spittle in my throat Does clog my voice from your ear. Hands thrust into folds of my coat. Hiding the wringing and the fear. I wander ever on; lifeless; loveless. Judging others to your form and memory. Mighty love, will I never possess Your love wherein I could see A freedom of my embodied soul. An awakening of life where none can be found. An ever growing inability to console My mind at the striking pound Of the clock in the hall, as time Passes and leaves me behind. And I am lost in the rhyme Of this lonely love that's mine. You have only one true love. The others are false gods proclaimed. You must push pass their lies and above Their many misled prophecies dreamed. And from my heart my pure blood pours evermore. Drowning my tears in its mortal solitude. Pulling with it the love that I wore Without me being, hoping it to intrude Upon your blessed body and heart. Your very image is bore into my brain. This and your lyric voice is all you will impart. This love and thoughts are driving me insane. Would you lay with me in a field of emotional truth? All your feelings flowing amid sorrowful stems. Roaming free in your oppressing youth With imagined jewels and diadems. Chasing after fleetingly glimpsed dreams That soon fall to dust with age. And everything is really what it seems. And nobody has an inner visage Where their genuine emotions hidden deep Creep and crawl through their wormholes. From out their tiny cracks the blood does seep And courses into love's hidden knolls. And there we will keep it in our hearts entombed. Locked away from the world's greedy hands. Free love is to readily devoured and consumed And pulled apart into long, billowy bands. And when time does attain it death. And the world lives in a shadow of security. Passion will be the beacon of breath That ransoms me from iniquity. The blood that overwhelmed me That I am immersed in it. Pervades my nostrils and mouth with purity. Raises to the heavens my weary spirit. And I know my love will be eternal. The blood streaming immersing all. |