Fugitive of Love
Fugitive of love.
I am on the run.
All my life.
If childhood is
Mum and Dad
erupting in violence.
Living in silence.
I run from childhood.
If first love
cuts so deep
I cannot sleep.
Then drops my heart
like a red hot coal.
I run from love.
If wedded bliss means
getting a kiss that is
cold as a tomb and
being alone when
two share a room.
I run from bliss.
Fugitive of love.
Hurt too much
to allow it in.
So, please...
let's not begin.
There is no hope
for you to win.
My love.
15/03/2016
FUGITIVE OF LOVE
N/A
Second Place Only II
Deadline
8/8/2016 12:00:00 AM
Judged 24/07/2016
Entered now for TAKE THE DAGGER FROM MY HEART CONTEST.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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