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I see these demons with my eyes, Hear the demons in my mind And I'm left wondering if true comfort Could ever leave the skies The only angels I ever knew, Existed in my world Fated to dance with a devils hand, Tumble, twist, spin and twirl There is one that's rescued me, From my path she set me free And it would be a crime to commit The acceptance of defeat The chains of her love, Fit around me like a hug When she hasn't seen me in a while, I'm the crow and she's the dove Two opposites who seem the same Species at least with neither tamed Unless we're in each others arms Such memories are pictures framed Her love is strong where I am not, I'm beaten down, blind and lost The only light that guides me fair Hell or heaven, fire or frost It hurts to know that I'm infected Malicious mind, I keep rejected While virus-like it spreads in me She's safe right here, she's now protected Heart may stumble, words may fumble The world could crash and burn and crumble But as long as my love lives by my failing heart For her, I'd forever tumble
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC
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I see these demons with my eyes, Hear the demons in my mind And I'm left wondering if true comfort Could ever leave the skies The only angels I ever knew, Existed in my world Fated to dance with a devils hand, Tumble, twist, spin and twirl There is one that's rescued me, From my path she set me free And it would be a crime to commit The acceptance of defeat The chains of her love, Fit around me like a hug When she hasn't seen me in a while, I'm the crow and she's the dove Two opposites who seem the same Species at least with neither tamed Unless we're in each others arms Such memories are pictures framed Her love is strong where I am not, I'm beaten down, blind and lost The only light that guides me fair Hell or heaven, fire or frost It hurts to know that I'm infected Malicious mind, I keep rejected While virus-like it spreads in me She's safe right here, she's now protected Heart may stumble, words may fumble The world could crash and burn and crumble But as long as my love lives by my failing heart For her, I'd forever tumble
I love you Beth. It's a pity I can never love myself the way you love me....
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26/Trans Female
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC
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