Sharon Duveau Poetry

Lay your hand on mine, trace the line
Try to draw the majestic figure I once saw in you.
But before I do, I catch a glimpse of the clock.
It's past midnight,
The nightmares will soon start.
So I'll leave
Before I'm weakened by the sadness of defeat.

This pile of truth will weigh down on your shoulders now.

And I'll be the one to tear down the walls,
I'll be the one to see you drop to your knees,
And I'll be the one to watch it light up in flames,
You'll call my name,
Still, I'm unable to turn around once again.

Every drop of blood reflects a person you misjudged.
I'm tired of watching you act impulsively.
Is it my duty as your lover to turn a blind eye,
Let the blood run dry,
Until the days come to an end?

I can't..
I'll be the one to tear down the walls,
I'll be the one to see you drop to your knees,
And I'll be the one to watch it light up in flames,
You'll call my name,
Still, I'm unable to turn around once again.

When I tear down the walls,
No one else will stand here but you and I.
And I'll arise from the flames,kiss you one last time.

Poet: Sharon Duveau