A Lucky Escape - Poem by Hazel Durham
Love is her wish with his breathtaking kiss,
He plunder's her soul with his delectable charm,
Warming up her heart, unravelling her dormant desire's,
Puzzling her questioning mind,
'Why me? '
Is she worthy of his sincere interest,
As she always feel's like a second rate date,
With her twisted soul that sow's a seed of self hate,
Even with her loving nature,
She find's a rotten apple too endure,
Discoloured and bruised,
From a past that flung mud at her so fast,
Leaving her with a complex like a faulty flex.
Tears of ever present resentment at her torment
With her brave inner roar of a lion and a lamb's bleat,
He cherished her broken and battered emotions,
Spiralling devotion as she has a terrible notion,
Destroy anything good is the devils potion,
With her feeling's far from level
Killing his love with her inner thunder,
That tear's him assunder,
Losing him is the hardest kick,
It leave's her floored,
She is the only one he ever adored,
Is it a mirage or a trick of light,
That he see's her as a ravishing sight.
She knows he has had a lucky escape,
As hell is striking her fragile mind,
She is far from well,
Clinging onto the dream of explaining to him,
Her stumbling destruction over her raw emotions,
Her real fear she will never get over his beautiful soul,
Wishing to get healed so that finally their love will be sealed.
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