LINGERING:
Her cursed curse
Was to love all his weaknesses, bloody as crimson red
His fabulously frail and feeble frames,
His heart, a mix of hate and love..
Millenniums ago
They'd walked out of Eden,
Naked, naming and trading numerous blames
And it was then she saw his heart
Shifting from mildness into a cold, concrete monument
And his, was not to forgive
But hold on tightly to his hurt and grudge
Hers was where they expected to find peace, a level playing ground
Where all her hurt mattered naught.
But though she loved,
She too hated his righteousness,
And forged a peace of her own,
Unappealing to the nudity of eyes..
For she left his life, loving, lingering, yet leavin