The Marks Of Love
Stains On The Ground/Lessons Learned
My heart races with no where to go
bleeding desires, like strawberries in snow
Staining the ground and the places it touches
silent in sound, imprisoned in clutches
Out of control and out of my hands
wounding my soul, captive to your plans
Much nicer to think it was all just a dream
as I delve into strawberries on a dish of ice cream
But instead I am left with a mess on my hands
surrendering control to every single command
That you will over my life, with no care for my heart
a meal all your own, as you dine, ala cart
For the taste of my pain is much sweeter than honey
and you hoard it all for yourself, now, isn't it funny
That despite the anguish you wield around
there is nothing more lovely than that stain on the ground
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Oh my. This is amazing. Well done.