Do you love me?
Of course I do!
The red fake leather seat looked like a coffin,
It seemed a fitting place to die in sin,
Will you walk through fire for me?
Of course I will!
His red lips burned on mine like a branding iron.
I looked out the window to see a little girl gone.
Will you climb the highest mountain for me?
Of course, of course that's what love is.
His lies seemed to flow like honey in the sun,
It was late and we regretted what we had done.
Will you die for me?
Of course, I love you!
Will you kill for me?
Of course, that's what love is!
Will you walk through the desert for me?
Yes yes yes yes.
I crawled out of the seat and buried myself in sunlight.
The Sun never seems to stop judging me.
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David Wakeling (
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At best life can be overwhelming for seasoned travellers but can be so much more 👍🏻🕊🙏🏻
Indeed you are right. Thanks for commenting. Always appreciated
Cheers DWa 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
Another poem that makes one ponder. One should never give a gift that one regrets. A gift is from the heart freely given with no regret regardless of what is done with it anything else is but a ransom. A wonderful write nicely worded and structured
That is so true. Thank you so much for pondering.It is always appreciated
A gift from the heart is a true gift, it is not giving thinking how it will be received, so sometime we can have regrets after but not at the time of giving. An interesting write that makes you have a think, enjoyed reading.
Thank you for commenting.
You are very welcome
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