Battle With My Heart

     
Sharpened blade to my double edge sword 
With Dewy dawn 
another battle
to endure.
This Weighty front I must carry
My shield; I'm weiry
Yet Determined with hatred 
for the one I most adore.

Armour densely crafted with hope and strife,
still
Tender reminisce 
leaves me weak to your slice.
Absence becomes
the salt to my wounds
Stings and burns
Leaves me longing for your sweet soothe. 

But one day I'll defeat
When my rested eyes meet yours,
come a later moon
Then...
Where my blood meets its pace
For you there'll be no room