Dear love
Dear lover,
You know what I am
Yet you offerd me your hand
That means you want me to trust you
Or was your quest of revenge
starting in my heavy soul ?
And so it began...
You called me the
Embryo of a Temptress.
You had your rib cage broken
And your heart stolen by the wrong
girl. Why deal with a peasant
when you had a queen?
You were walking the edge
Of a razor,
Landed in my arms.
I shaped in to you. You
Transformed into me.
Dear lover,
I promise...
I promise that the benevolent of your heart
Will be kept in my arms. The hands of my past
Ancestors who protect the ones they love.
I will be your capsule. Holding
The treasure of secrets that come from your rose infestent, scented lips
Into my ear that tunnels its way to the
Chest of my untouchable chest.
You chose to throne yourself.
A treason you didn't commit.
Both blindfolded by love himself.
He made us drink from the waters of
The horizon. The one that seperated
Us from our boundaries.
We resurrected.
The ocean’s edge began to rumble.
Consuming us from our existing.
Drowning.
You hold my hand till our finger tips fought for grip
Trying to get a grip.
We let go.
I wake up only being surprised
By my tears. An empty bed.
A crack in the door opens it.
You follow next to the soft tear rolling down my face.
You gasp at my emotion. You climb over me, revealing the nightmare
Of losing you.
Sincerely,
The scars that you made.
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