The Past
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
? Rumi
The stain of your past rubs you raw.
The skin peels into blackness and even
the blood drains dark red.
The pleads of, you have no idea,
bubble from your lips
The indigo brush of vileness has
coated you.
You have drank from the goblet
of unquenchable lust.
You have ate from the table of
insatiable carnal desire.
And yet here we are.
Who made me God to judge?
Who bestowed me the power
to forgive or condemn?
The past of yesterday is buried
and it's ghosts will not haunt me.
Stop for one moment and wait.
Look for the reasons I love you
and not the reasons I won't.
Copyright © Romantic Poet | Year Posted 2016
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