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The Lover's Secrets

What you'll carry when told.

By Jason MortonPublished about 5 hours ago 2 min read
 The Lover's Secrets
Photo by Max Ovcharenko on Unsplash

The face of an angel covers thee

For you were born in the bowels of despair

Often wondering why it was you chose me

Then tore apart everything that was there

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Already, I was babtized by fire

That was that draw, was it not

The face of the angel you wore, was that of a liar

Only looking for someone to deal with things not forgot

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Owned the world we did, for a while

And what a day in the sun it was, as people watched

You had it all from the beginning of that first mile

But the decadence you pulled me to left our day in the sun botched

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Truths shared in the midst of those perfect moments in time

Sold my soul when I kept them for you

Lost in your eyes as you revealed your karmic crime

But for you, there was nothing I wouldn't do

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The price I paid

Was that debt of the dead

For they left their hands all over what they made

As you admitted your sins, the truths rattled in my head

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Never could it be something that is solved

You knew too much for such a young aged soul

Even as my committment to other things desolved

I realized then, what was your ultimate goal

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For it was the evils of the past that haunted you to insane

All that you saw and could not forget

So, it became something that for which you formed another name

And, I became your savior and your recreational outlet

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Some things, they are not meant to be

Too many things rattling around in thy head

Friends took the place of you, don't you see

Taking away that pain you carried that was caused by the dead

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To let go impossible, and yet you should

Do not suffer the pains of yesteryear for to long

Change your ways, would you if you could

Hopefully before it catches you, your swan song

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Vengence was yours, but at what price

Your soul stained forever

Your pain became your vice

And always will I remember our time together

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Find peace if you can

Let go of those anchors holding you back

Remember, that not all are that evil kind of man

And perhaps you can finally find the right track

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The secrets will die, someday

Your unburdened soul can be free

Of them I will never say

And in the next world I hope you'll find me

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About the Creator

Jason Morton

From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.

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  • Julie Lacksonenabout 4 hours ago

    I like how supportive you are to a point, and then, "Nope. I don't want you in the afterlife!" That's certainly fair enough. Nicely expressed! 💜

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