Never Too Late
You didn't notice me
Love me and you will see
Believe in me, my love
Take wing, my dove
Chase away my fears
Open up my eyes
Wipe away the tears
No more goodbyes
Bless you, my angel
Sorry I have let you down
You haven't a clue - oh well!
I know I should not frown
Cleanse my filthy soul
Cleanse my filthy soul
Cleanse my filthy soul
Make me feel at home
You make me feel whole
Where do I truly roam?
My love for you
Is nothing new
I will be your savior
Everyday for sure
My silence speaks another language
My heart is cold as winter snow on average
Your speech is fire to the coals down below
Sorry, my desire's flame burned down the show
The show of your courageous creativity
But, there is more to show; more room for clarity
Cleanse my filthy soul...
Cleanse my filthy soul...
Cleanse my filthy soul...
Speechless,
But I am searching for a reason to press forward
Into the creak of substantial sensation
Our madness
Intertwines with the outrageous curse of awkward
In the meadows of our mere exaggeration
My whispered words are but a sigh
This truth can't afford another lie
Your silence is a disturbance of the purest of peace
Your turbulent thunderstorm scared away the airborne geese
The flow of my quietude is complicated
But, it does not mean I wanted to be jaded!
Cleanse my filthy soul...
Cleanse my filthy soul...
Cleanse it before it takes its negative toll..
I've been jaded by the feelings of hopelessness
From the start, from the start, from the start
I've been rather hated by the dealings of utter distress
Of the young heart, tearing apart, so take heart
And cleanse everything of me...
You need a bit of cleansing too, I see...
Cleanse my filthy soul...
Cleanse your filthy soul...
You have been hovering around my head for ages
My pensive and intense poetry filled up thousands of pages
Ah, and this awful disdain
Drived me painfully insane
I remember I lost the train
Along a dark and dreary lane
I act out because I can't help it, I admit
Look inward and find success bit by bit
Success keeps going onward
Weird, I find this situation awkward...
Purge out the farewells and the heavenless hells
That produce horrendous loneliness in heartless cells
Destiny will show us the way in which we need to go
I need you more than ever and I wanted you to know
That it's never too late
To cleanse our souls of hate
It's never our final fate
To end up lost and alone in this wretched state
The beginning of terrible temptation
Has reduced you and I to frustration
I'm not used to all this hardship you invite in again and again and again
I'm also surprised to see that your insanity has made its victorious win
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2018
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