A Guilty Love Poem :: mylestone :: Original Poetry

A Guilty Love Poem

I've crossed the gates of a seemingly dammed love

Cleansed my wounds with medicines that never are quite enough

Told tales of promises never before my reflections eyes

Convinced my conscience that sometimes there's no harm in telling a lie

I'd weathered the winds of yesteryears storm

And accepted that love itself always ends forlorn

But none of these things are to be remembered on this eve it would seem

For tonight surrendered four walls are not to be the boundaries of my dreams

The rain drops they glisten with reassuring simplicity

The very epitomy of a cycling serenity

Oh but I but I have done bad things that I've promised for to repay

And in my time of indebtment how can I be worth to hear you say

That you understand me and happiness shall prevail

When mistakes fall like thunder and freeze on the skin like hail

Oh and isn't it just such a travesty for me to feel hard done by

When I'm sleeping soundly as I ought be crucified

All you've done is be yourself for which I've wrongly criticised

If only I could do just that without taking my luck for a ride

A revolution sound of an engine in the distance transpires

Drowning out the potential of nearby satin choirs

And your nature is not to be routinised but fickle

But remember my tomorrow's certainty is brittle

There's a certain something only witnessed in morns first hour

And there's a certain sweetness found in all that is sour

There's a certain thrill burrowed in any nightmare

And all these can be felt when in the presence of your air