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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Relationship · #1772579
I offered my hand - A poem

I offered my hand and you took my life.
Your wife
I could never be in those times of mine
Where you could confine
Me into your cell,
Your spell,
Your secret shell
Of desire, of lust, of want, of pain,
Where there was for me no gain,
Where I could not refrain
From hate
Towards you, for fate
Allowed me not with you,
For you,
Under you.
There never was a start to what had to end.
Do not defend
Your defiance or allegiance to
Yours and what you hold true.
I wish I had not.
I got
Only as far as I could.
I never would
In other times but did,
God forbid.
May He forgive my actions, my words, my leaving
And the part that had you believing
That you were the one for me.
You see,
I do not mean to cause aches,
I make mistakes,
Forsaking all sakes
Of heaven or hell or the place in between.
I have seen
My ways of wrong and unintentional ill will.
Let me spill
My heart
Through art
And the right to let the memories depart
To a further space,
To a forgotten place,
So I can perhaps one day
Steer doubt away
And let myself rise
Without disguise
Or anguished demise
Into another one’s embrace
And with grace
And complete faith believe,
Conceive,
Of a true love
Below and above,
One that lives not on a throne of kings
Or on the light feather of angel’s wings
But on equal planes for both to see
The reality of a fantasy
Where two lovers learn to be
Not one but two
And a romance that is true,
With feelings none forbidden,
And inhibitions none to be hidden.
‘Tis true, my wishes have a higher slope,
Yet before death, I forever choose hope.
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