SURGE

© RYAN GUILEY

How much proof do you need?

Can’t accept truth, while it just feeds,

So many scenarios and motives,

But the truth is why I am so devoted.

 

Love is the answer that separates,

From us apart as we never vacate,

Our hearts burn with one another,

Tonight one real and a spy undercover.

 

Weakness is all over their expression,

It almost left me with indigestion,

She guides me through any ordeal,

Our love letters are the truthful deal.

 

She dances with one step touching mine,

As I can feel the power as we our prime,

I can feel her breathe next to my cheek,

She is the one who we both always seek.

 

They throw up barriers to try and be inferior,

But I know every piece beneath the interior,

Their strategy that has limitations but is so fake,

Why can’t they let me stand to open our gates?

 

They are so terrified of the truth and security,

As we our blessed and have a sense of purity,

When things are not in their domain court,

They build walls and flee leaving their port.

 

So many years they have lied and cheated,

Knowing that they will not win and be defeated,

A surge is in their circuit, as they wait at the porch,

The mosquitoes are biting as they light the torch.

 

Denial and sorrow will rest on their shoulders,

As it must be processed or their time to fold here,

The beauty is all over her, as I give kisses,

Ever so clean, time to put away the dishes.