You are
My Pomegranate and…
I’ve known Hell
I’ve seen the devil at my door
I have been
Stripped of everything
And more
I’ve been physically used
Psychologically abused
And guilty of everything accused
And I have laid there
Me exposed like a whore
Stripped of everything
And more
I’ve watched flames burn my house
My world get dominated by a mouse
I’ve watched horses die,
I’ve seen you cry
And I’ve traveled too many miles without help
I have knelt before God and said into the phone
Why I should hold on?
But the line went dead before God gave an answer
So I stood there hearing that dial tone
Then put the phone back in its cradle
And went back home
There’s no point in doing something that makes you unhappy
But with that perspective I have to ask-
Why did I continue to push past?
Why am I still alive?
When everyday was worse than the last?
Pomegranate
I’ve seen the Devil
I’ve known Hell
So call me Persephone
Persephone it seems is now
Stripped of everything
And more
But call me Persephone, from those perfect lips
A symphonic melody beckoning me
Just call me Persephone
Because you are the fruit of my dreams
My everything, it seems
And more.
And I would spend the rest of my life back in that cold Hades winter
Just to devour every morsel of every moment, with you
Because I can’t get enough
And you are everything I’ve been waiting for
And more
They say in
The Garden of Eden
That knowledge came from an apple
But with worm filled disgrace
I knew then that I would be stripped of everything
Naked, alone,
And more.
But Pomegranate
Call me Persephone
Just this one time alone
Your bloody love
Soaking deep in
Stained from your juicy lips I kissed
Guilty red hands from nectar stained fingertips
Because I’ve danced and swayed with you and these hips
Call me Persephone
Then, my precious produce,
My pomegranate delight
Please
Stain me
Please hold me tight
And leave a permanent mark of the time
You stripped me of everything
And taught me to make love
And be loved
And more.