How can you love her?
How does it feel?
To fake your love for her?
To surrender the steel?
This ring of lies you placed on her hand,
You take it off.
As if it makes what you do true
When your not with her.
Who are you?
Not half of her,
The beautiful bride.
Wearing a shroud of lies
She carries the misery you placed in her hands.
And it grows in her belly
Do you feel like a man?
Echoes of misery ring like a bell
And yet here you stand
In front of a person
No steel in your hand.
The truth is the misery
You carry around,
Leaves me in ecstasy
You don't know what I am.
You think I'm like her
All sweet and nieve.
When honey goes rancid
I'll hope you think of me.
When darkness envelopes
You'll feel my embrace,
It's cold and it's empty
And it's maddening they say,
The silence will kill you
The things I left unsaid
You'll wish I had loved you in the way she stayed.
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My Life In A Series Of Poems
RomanceA series of poems, based on bits of my life. Experiences I've had, and things I've gone through. And how they made me feel.
