The Fidelity
There he lay, my beloved,
on the bedside,
covered in crimson red blood,
dripping from his body,
all over the ground,
my heart beat skipped,
and I seized to breathe,
eyes dwelling tears,
they rolled down my cheeks,
the melancholy struck my being,
I ran toward him,
praying him to open his eyes,
he lays so still,
my heart throbs with agony,
I screamed his name out loud,
he pretends not to hear,
why am I punished like this?,
what did I do to ail him?
crushing his hand,
to my chest,
I remind him the promise he made,
open your hazel eyes ,
Oh my love!
my hands are drenched in his blood,
Why did you kill thyself?,
my love,why?
I never betrayed you,
I never loved the other guy,
enduring the passion,
and feiry in my heart,
I reach for the dagger next to him,
I tried to pursuade,
him back to life,
but my attempt failed!
YOU cannot come back to me,
but I can come to you,
to prove my fidelity....to you.
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