One day, I'll.let you down
I'll cast a spell so profound
And you will decay in my gaze of time
With a futile hope to lay the dime
Was it so good to be my muse
Did it consolidate your desire for a bruise
I acquired you with a lust within
And you so easily gave in for my thin
I preached and prayed to hold you tight
You became a slave to soak my light
My affinity for you was barely masked
You never denied for all I asked
And now I lay here, tore in shadows
I had let me thought what comes never goes
You held it right, when your will was tested
But you let it pass, when your affliction rested
For how long did I tame you rough
I didn't let you see any exemplary or enough
The war was lost, my grant repealed
When I saw the ghost of the lips that were sealed.
Sometimes I feel my poems are direct outliers of what has been put upon. This one describes what should've been felt by someone who had so subtly, so elegantly, ripped pieces of us apart.
