Bliss Turns Sour

My favorite melody was the sound,

erupting from your lips.

Mesmerized, then bound,

wanting to never leave your hips.

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Sharp pain, and betrayed,

but you promised never to hurt me.

On the spot when I paid,

crying under the weeping willow tree.

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I swore on that day,

to protect, love, and nurture.

Failure struck while I sway,

Loving causes nothing, but murder.

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As my heart turned gloom,

sipping this poison slowly.

This hatred strives to consume,

and keep me from being holy.

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Originally published on Medium: WR

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