Friday, 2 March 2012
05:25:47 AM (GMT)
I know you're going to be the end of me,
I know how and why,
and where we lost our sanity.
It started eight months ago,
and every time i left,
i cried seeing you go.
Pulling out onto the highway
in that big black pick up.
I needed you and you needed me,
there was no inbetween.
Our love was strong but far to young,
and desperate, shaking as a cold
lost and unforgiven kitten.
Hell had rattled our harps,
one on each side to create a heart.
The heat had melted the golden curves,
and the two became infused with pristine swerves.
Though the strings may have been broken here and there,
but with a little love, a little care,
the beautiful lines were once again as strong as we are now.
If they hadn't held on tight,
both of us would have left,
our wings spreading for flight.
But now I see our wings are taught,
Smoldered to our sides as we seem to be,
What could be lost although found in an endless cage
a circular love prison.
And round, around we run.
Now eight months in after spending time,
Our time in a circus shaped clink.
Held by a chain over hell,
with a hundred sturdy links.
Inside it grows,
from our mistake we made
something so beautiful,
that we both could never hate.
It was our flesh, our blood.
Our picture of love.
Though young we may be,
we made it this far,
I won't let you flee,
I will win this war.
Last edited: 2 March 2012