The Truth Of This Love Poem by marie love

take these shackes off my feet
so i can swim to the surface of your lies
past your puppy-dog eyes
and countless denies
of your true intentions

release my heart from your hand
that keeps us ina bind
our hearts and our lives interwined
like grapevines
and light skin
and i cant tell where mine ends and your begins

take me from this darknesswhere i
sleep and call your name
wake and see your face
pray for seven days' grace
and lick my lips and taste my past
where yours were pressed to mine

wish you'd stop pumping
passion through my veins
with bats of your long lashes
that sting like twelve lashes

wish there was a panacea from this pain
a little sunshine for this rain
that dampens my parade

so i can end this charade
where i pretend like i dont love you
when i know
you know

I do