|The Sita Of Your Heart
Author: amyconner1985 PM
She is still " The one" for you even tho she broke your heart. You remember her memories with a reverence and I am ok with that. I know you cannot love me the way you loved her. Let her be the "deity of virtue" and let me the "Sinful Woman". She is "Sita" and I am "Mary Magdalene".Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Words: 158 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-04-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3047595
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The ' Sita' of your heart
The sweet nothings she whispered,
The countless words of praise
The virtue with which she delivered
The words still make you ache.
The long shadows cast by her
Only 'Goliathed' by her presence
The fragrance of your broken heart
You still remember the agony with reverence
Oh the deity of purity, of virtue and femininity!
She is still the muse to your 'Bard'
She is the victor, the conqueror, your destroyer
But she is the "Sita" of your heart.
I stand alone by my bedside
After another sleepless night
The bed sheets, rumpled, dirty and torn
Do not tell the tale right
Every part of my being
Aches every time you walk out of the door
You desire to possess me
That makes me your 'whore'.
Every part of my soul
Is yours to claim and ruin
I do not crave your love anymore
I am just content being your 'Mary Magdalene'