Deserted
I kissed you a vow,
Sucked on your lip,
drew blood like an omen,
I swore never to let go,
You are my spirit medication,
You are my daily meditation,
My patch of Island.
I broke my fears,
I broke the rules,
You held my hands,
I just wanted reassurance,
The slippery slopes of a
torn and broken spirit.
ly place where
Acceptance was born,
birthplace of my dagger,
My hatred for ordinary,
Deep craving for healing,
The salve was yours,
Your balm lingers beneath
The scars you left!!
Why this broken rhyme
Why this lamentation?
When like a Prince
I should Prance
Upon the hills,
I sit by the stairwell
Of deep sighs,
Of sorrows deep as Pacific,
Of mourning,
Of loss
Tears,
Deserted!!!