Scream you will and deny what you can,
in a dream you will it find easy to scream,
recall your failings, your blessings of love,
your blood to boil, and force you to scream.
Screams from bedlam they feed on your love,
your heart full of sorrows and broken promises.
It freaks your mind, the heart, the flesh of desire,
the bleeding stops when all your screaming stops.
Forbidden Love
Scream and scream no more, for love be damned,
your hair stands on end as heavens angels free you
from the screams heard beneath the torrent of souls;
this torture it ends as you leave your own nightmare.
Screams crack the mirrors some want to see through,
dreams you gave up in hell, a hell you deny to live in.
No telltale lies dare pass by your love that lives in hell,
where screams are heard that forbidden love found you.
By Thomas G. McGowan: poet.us © 10.06.09 no. 338
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Submission Name: Forbidden Love 
