My Heart Is Content Not To Fly

Once upon a tragic, forsaken love, A wish miscued from somewhere above. So incorrect, I could not detect, Nor should expect, Our bond fit like hand to glove. A sour lullaby, sang a love you couldn't feel, Naive to believe in honesty, Or a sense of dignity, For this love was not real. Our chance together, Never! (Heart from my body severed!) And so, the fate of our demise was sealed. With help from His Grace, Perfection put to face, I delivered to you a precious child. Eyes shed tears of rain, Along side labor pain, Our daughter's cries were mild. Yet you cast me aside, No guilt or pride, Goading me to confide, In my own gutt, wrenching exile. Forced to swallow with discreet digestion, Your lies, Like flies, Became an infestation, Invaded my soul with demoralization. Such avoidable, emotional harm! With the destruction you create, This heart did break, From my mistake, Of adoring your alluring charm. So sure And secure You were my cure, Now the source of my remorse, anger And alarm. Irking, Jerking, Ever Lurking. Illusive, Reclusive, A devious disposition conclusive, It was all but conclusively foretold. No vision will ever compare, To the bed you did share! A nauseating display to behold! Like an infection, Visual unintentional confession, My heart's rejection, Plaques me like a committed cold. Spreading like a disease, Your amoral flees, Crawl with ease, On my back of discontent. No more weeping, From your creeping, For I permit the deepening Of my detestation to ferment. No tear from my eye, For I would not cry, Nor utter a sigh, If you fell off the face of this continent. With all that I've gone through, With you, I let my body lie. Once love dies, Time will only revive, But no renew, Will ever be there for you. I lay still for love...Until, I'm ready to give love another try. But this is my Vow,As of right now, My heart is content not to fly.