MEMORIES

Lead my frail soul
Out of this fag maze
For where lies my sweetness
My pain and hurt sprung.
I could yearn for you an hundred times
Yet satisfied emptiness caress my linen
Your arms are rosy and deep
But I fear the thorns that lay beneath it
I watched your words melt;
Like the golden morning dew on petals
And caper
I could have run but I crave for
The hurtful love you gave.

Lead my frail soul
Out of this fag maze


Take me far away into the desert
Perhaps, her dryness can wither this pain
What is in this macho to show off;
When the bravery lies in the thighs
Of the lady divine?
Indeed! Lamentations are for the weak
I offered cherries and strawberries
You gave me raspberry and lime instead
It has all come to waste,
All the waltz in the moonlight ballroom.

Lead my frail soul
Out of this sad memories
If equal affection can never be
I’ve always pray; let the more
Loving one be me.
If without you is a paradise
Then; let me wear affliction like a robe
And paddle the canoe along hell
Even Lazarus could have been brave
Yet he chose to dine with dogs
I hurt but I love you no less.

These memories are painful
These memories are my illusions
These memories are me!


By: CHIMA PRECIOUS ADAORA (SACRED TESS)
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