The End of Love!
This is my confession
to justify my love for you
so then I can describe your pain
with my poor pen
writing black, which still leaves marks on paper
but with power. when dealing with you!
perhaps indiscreet or pride
but always limited by love
Is not me who owns the magic
it emanates from you!
and so cowardly am
I steal and I say they are my
the indelible marks of his passion!
I steal, I possess!
What is not my
but all that is yours!
And I say it's mine!
So I lie too!
and you are judged so harshly
with such guilt, which was given thee by
and then drawn by me!
Blessing of the Gods!
But I steal, lie and I possess!
all that is yours!
And I say, It's mine!
Sometimes I'm your liniment
Others
live steam for their wounds
and I cause such suffering.
Pleasure and pain
mixed cherished
i am so sorrowful,
Please, my Love
leave your bags in the hall
I do not lie. do not steal,
I own nothing
poem by Mirna Morgan
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