Sara always thought love was a feeling
a tender warm wave of yearning
a cord between her and her lover
it was made of rubies, gold, and silver
She'd dance in the shower
at the thought of his arms around her.
She'd put their cord in her jewellery box,
the highest shelf. Watching it never wither
But
Sometime later, when the cracks began to show and the lines deepened in her skin
Sara saw her lovers eye's turn from morning to night,
she realised the bruises on her skin were from not peeling the potatoes right
The endless stream of tears that flowed from her eyes; pearls
Were produced by his screams and his might.
She lay uncomfortable in his rock hard arms
as she listened to a never ending song of 'I'm sorry, I love you''
he'd kiss her softly with blood cracked lips.
She new this was a love that wouldn't be missed
For her mother always said ''love is not just a feeling but adoration in action
Its kind, patient, loving, remember you are a blessing.''
For her heart was crazed from the mistakes he made
with a cynical mind-set that she was the bait
for the biggest action she could take
to show she was still capable of loving
was cut the cord, sell the gold and take her life back
to show she was still made of something.
©Rebekah Lazarus 2014
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
Sara always thought love was a feeling
a tender warm wave of yearning
a cord between her and her lover
it was made of rubies, gold, and silver
She'd dance in the shower
at the thought of his arms around her.
She'd put their cord in her jewellery box,
the highest shelf. Watching it never wither
But
Sometime later, when the cracks began to show and the lines deepened in her skin
Sara saw her lovers eye's turn from morning to night,
she realised the bruises on her skin were from not peeling the potatoes right
The endless stream of tears that flowed from her eyes; pearls
Were produced by his screams and his might.
She lay uncomfortable in his rock hard arms
as she listened to a never ending song of 'I'm sorry, I love you''
he'd kiss her softly with blood cracked lips.
She new this was a love that wouldn't be missed
For her mother always said ''love is not just a feeling but adoration in action
Its kind, patient, loving, remember you are a blessing.''
For her heart was crazed from the mistakes he made
with a cynical mind-set that she was the bait
for the biggest action she could take
to show she was still capable of loving
was cut the cord, sell the gold and take her life back
to show she was still made of something.
©Rebekah Lazarus 2014
