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The Devil's Doorstep

Hell’s fire and brimstone couldn’t keep me away from you

By AJ ThomasPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
The Devil's Doorstep
Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

I would hold my breath until my eyes close on their own,

Or my heart slows down to a complete standstill,

All the color is drained from my face,

Until my lungs run out of air to transfer to my racing brain,

If I thought for a split second,

That it would stop the agonizing memories,

Of our loving union and how we used to be,

Dead right where it stands, or make you come back to me,

If it would stop these tears from falling,

Stop my broken heart from bleeding,

I would sacrifice it all if it would take away these sleepless nights,

And fill this empty hollowed hole where your love used to be,

Or change your mind and take this trail with me,

If that’s what it would take to turn you back around,

Repave our path of destruction,

Start anew, a new you, a new me, a new us,

I would take a bullet wound, if I knew it you it would spare,

One split second of pain or ounce of agony,

I would stand on the tracks of the biggest Freightliner I could find,

If that would make you live one minute longer,

There are no lengths that I wouldn’t go to,

No mountain peak is too steep, no oceans shore too wide,

That I wouldn’t climb or cross to make you smile,

If it would only make you love me again,

For who I truly am, who I truly want to be,

I would walk through the deepest depths of fiery purgatory,

Through the abode of the damned,

Along the Highway to Hell,

Sit upon the devil’s front step, Ring the bell,

Knock until my hands are sore,

Until the demons answer my call,

Turning the knob allowing me to enter,

Abandoning hope of ever returning,

Walk up to their grandmaster in charge,

Extend my arm,

Shake hands with Satan himself,

If it meant that you would hold mine again,

Throw our past into its scorching blaze,

Reducing our judgments or history,

To cold grey ashes, not an ember burning,

Leave our mistakes to smolder no more,

The only heat we would endure,

Are the flames emerging from our passionate touch,

Our ardor will leave a legacy for our children to recall,

When we are called to heaven,

You will be the one I want to walk with,

Into heavens pearly gates,

We shall meet our Lord and savior,

And leave all of Hell on Earth,

At the Devil's Doorstep.

love poems

About the Creator

AJ Thomas

Self proclaimed creator of literary masterpieces. Wife, mother of 3 teenagers, poet and aspiring author.

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