Heart of Pain

If a rose is a rose
why can't I free
the worst of those
which grow in me
like art in parts
that don't belong
thorns in my heart's
depth feel so wrong
but feeds my need
to love once more
and let pain bleed
away before
Hell's overflow
consumes me whole
in a deft blow
my pristine soul
forlorn when born
and cast away
would then be torn
within a day.
If love is love
what are these pains
that rise above
the open lanes
I braved depraved
being lonely
and starved I craved
for her only
to see in me
through my true eyes
this need to be
the greatest prize
shes seen or been
with or without
so I would mean
the same. I shout
abroad to God
rehearsing verse
humanly flawed
to end this curse
and heal, please heal,
my heart and seal
the deal to feel
painless love again.

 

3/28/2008 5:34:48 PM

Reviews

[Mercy Manic]

Woo!

If God answers, send him right along to me.

Wait.

Maybe not. I've had his intervention before. It's anything but delicate.

Not really any crits. I didn't see anything that needed correction. But this was a fun read. Nice work.