The Agony of Truelove

This imprisonment is like a call that never comes,
Waiting , waiting, waiting for the axe to fall
Yet I wait upon you my sweet, to tell me tender lies
I’d rather hear “I’m beautiful” than wait on a call that never comes

Sickness tries to invade my soul again
but we’re all a lil sick
Love and pain and the suffering bliss
I’ll wait by the phone… for days

I dream of your skin, your perfect sigh
the most lovely lust, hurts my heart so much
if you knew, oh what you do!
I’ll throw away this key, my heart doesn’t need.

You could be the death of me
My heroin, my ice cream, my final piece
I remember my once and true love, 20yrs ago
About killed me too, the agony of truelove.

Set me free, stay away from me
for you’ll surely be the end of me…

©2016 dedhedpoet


4 Comments Add yours

  1. johncoyote says:

    Love can tempt us to be different. A scary place for the some of us. A outstanding poem.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks for the kind reply!
      Much appreciated, A

      Liked by 1 person

      1. johncoyote says:

        Was my pleasure and you are wecome.

        Liked by 1 person

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