Delilah Delilah Delilah the amorous one. You held me in the places where it hurt and broke me in the places where it’s not. I gave you everything a man can give a woman but your brutal betrayal left me without my eyes in a cage of my own hallucination, Reminiscing about what we could’ve been. You sold my heart at the markets of greed and in return you receive. silver, an element that you can never carry to your dirt filled grave. Weak I lay here waiting for thy father, No man shall ever give you there heart only there body and your name will forever be temptress whilst you drown in the sadness your of own guilt knowing you are the cause of my death.
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Vengeance
I sit here middle of the night with this beautiful demon in the absence of my own vision, listening to the melodies of Shakespeare’s piercing words, embroidering loyalty within mine Heart. Sinking in the untrustworthy essence of odoriferous. How deep should I dig in the case of selenophobia, thy envious wrath creates a potion made from mine shameful splendour, indeed longing to fall with virtue without motion in an untimely Despair. I come to thou to make amends but if thou not to agree, I am but at thy grace prepared for thy cold dish. All I ask from thee is to leave me where thy future is vaguest. Damned are I.
By Poetrybylavie4 years ago in Poets
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