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Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #782983
Life, love, and a clash of wills
Requiem for Tainted Love

I walk down this road,
my back turned to you,
always reminded
of the sand in my shoe

There's no need to ask
the reason it's there.
It runs through my head,
but my heart doesn't care

This road was not meant
to be walked upon yet.
Though already paved,
it still hasn't set.

But I'm lured on the path
by the white siren's song,
while black cords entwine us
and pull us along.

My impatient venture
leaves permanent scars
of prints in the asphalt
and shoes black with tar.

I push past the present
and trip on my feet
as I rush to the future
with an angel to meet

I rush to its arms,
find its heart hardly grown,
and cry in frustration,
for it matches my own.

I clutch painted scarecrows
that file slowly past,
and cling to their stuffing
as they slip from my grasp.

I sob as I yearn
for the patience I lack,
and weep for the past
that I'll never get back.

An angel's hand touches
the top of my head,
and I hate that she sees
the life that I've led.

She makes me stand up,
and I look in her eyes,
sure I'm not worthy
of such a beautiful prize.

I brush off my clothes
and try to get clean,
so I might better match
her heavenly sheen.

I try to relinquish
the hearts made of hay
that stay in my hands
and won't fly away.

I try to wipe off
the color of coal,
but the tar on my shoe
has blackened my sole.

Imperfect and stained,
but blessed from above,
I stand here forgiven
and ready to love.
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