If My Face Was a Mirror
If my face was a mirror,
Your love has broken the glass,
Shattered not seeing clearer,
Puzzles present to past.
If your womb was of water,
Indeed 'twas I that drowned,
No sculptor nor a potter,
Could craft the curse you've crowned.
Some say your love is fire,
And I the weakest wood,
What made you burn desire?
To beguile in my blood.
Heavy you are of stone,
Atop a fragile feather,
My heart you crushed to own,
With lies to love forever.
Before I was a bridge,
Until your beauty blew,
My life over the edge,
And then I fell for you.
Emotions in me entered,
As intercourse was nice,
Yet serpents in you centered,
A heart colder than ice!
My trials and tribulations,
With you tell like a tale,
As sour and rich relations,
Of Angels loving hell.
If my face was a mirror,
Your love has broken the glass,
Shattered not seeing clearer,
Puzzles present to past.
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2012
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