What is love that grew in the dark?
A secret happening behind closed doors
A holiday home with subtle glances across a room
A craving so deep it stemmed from bone
The other half of you tied to the throne
A love grown in darkness
Brings its own kind of light
Its power can illuminate
It can shield it can strike
But most of all its power is the kind that blinds
Hidden in shadows of reality
Darkness in disguise
A love grown in the darkness
Withers at the break of day
Harsh light soon erodes
Bringing strain to the roots
Our love begins to crumble with reality
A season we never foresaw
A prediction we deemed unlikely
Now our love is dying in the daylight
With knees collapsed on wooden floors
Hands pressed tight to quiet the fractures
Swollen eyes and dehydrated lips pray that a love like ours is never revived
For our love to be grown in the day
Brings a world full of pain
Of judgement and of shame
So think of me in the darkness
Where our love will always remain.
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Author:
Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 18th, 2020 06:26
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Very well written Clara, very compelling. I am wondering if you are talking about an illicit love.
Hi Fred,
It certainly seems that way, doesn't it? Thank you very much for stopping by and commenting. Means a lot.
Clever write Clara, hopefully that love will see the light one day and all will be wonderful.
Andy
Thank you Andy. I really appreciate you stopping by and commenting on my little poem 😊
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