Exorcise
These words I scratch upon this page,
are but doubts I wish to exorcise.
They are not the words of wizened sage,
just thoughts my heart denies.
So when you read poetic verse,
and take this prose to heart,
don't look at me and strongly curse,
for in their writing comes fresh start.
The start of understanding you,
of coming to conclusion.
That your love is showing true,
just muddled in confusion.
It seems to me we try too hard,
to prove our love is strong.
When all we need is to discard,
the past that’s proven wrong.
Don't ever doubt the love we share,
or whether it is worth the pain.
For even though we are wild pair,
the passion is our gain.
Dusty
