Love escapes my darkened soul
Coming with a stabbing toll
Causing pain but bringing life
Like a sharp and cleansing knife
Never would I bring her harm
Too blinded by your brilliant charm
Bind my wounds with tender care
Ever more will you be there
Telling words that bring delight
To ease my pain and hide your plight
Your lies that never cease to flow
Lay hidden in your radiant glow
A story that you hid from me
To prove your endless need to flee
From those you have that hold you close
I never finished this; I was tempted to finish it now, but I think I won’t. It is trite and uses the same vocabulary as the others. Seems like I have written the same poem a dozen times or more. Good old introspection. Thanks for reading.