Sunday, July 24, 2016

Oh, My

Before I do the worse,
Stop this heart from feeling.
If you have to by force,
Stop my heart from bleeding,
For I still feel pieces
And each of his kisses.
 
For how shall I think straight
When love is so crooked?
Who must carry the weight
Of the rules of wicked?
Oh, why the honest one?
And why can't this be done?
 
Like a strong, swirling storm,
Dark in make, dark in form,
Refusing all the norm.
 
My thoughts out-of-control,
All my why's in the air.
My love, this is my fall
For taking up a dare,
But the heart that I have,
It continues to love.
 

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