If love is gentle like a spring
Mine's an immense deluge;
Not a drizzle but a halestorm,
Making you look for refuge
Tides in my heart, they'll pull you in,
Tangled in the stolons of dead hyacinths;
I'd keep you in a glass box
Never give you a reason to cry,
Encase you in bubble wrap
But you'd suffocate and die
I'll place my heart into your palm,
But you'll pull away like it's a bomb;
Pretty like an ivy's embrace,
I'll take your breath away;
Latched onto you like a parasite
I'll love you like you're my prey
Cracks in these dams,
Caged birds to be freed,
Rose gardens filled with thorns
I'll love you till you bleed
Like a bee, my love stings and dies,
Pretty like an ivy awaiting your demise;
Feeding on your heart till you're dust
then the lack of you drives me insane;
Yet perpetual - like a phoenix
for another lover it'll rise again
- © Madeeha Anwar
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Bleeding Pen ~ disorders and poetry
Poetry~ disorders and poetry ~ a collection of lyric poems, mostly on romance, melancholy, angels and demons including short excerpts too now © Madeeha Anwar
