It Was Not The Book Of Love

Thought we read the book of love,
But we were wrong, what came from those verses were not doves,
They were our fears combined,
Creations of a twisted mind.

Letter by letter, sentence by sentence,
Called forth the course of repentance.
Oh!!! Such complex sentences,
Spectacles or messages?

Why did we open the book without reading the title,
We felt so entitle
That even our suffering seemed to have subtitles,
Those empty pages became our idols.

You play your part and I kept reading on
While the passion was slowly falling away; gone.
What we read was not the book of love, it was the sentence of you and I
Coming undone.

Copyright © 2017 Manuel Osornio-emotionsoflife2016

Image source

Stay Connected!!!

Twitter: @emotionsoflife1


Thank you for considering supporting emotionsoflife2016 on Patreon! You make this blog possible


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s