Rogue Poet

I borrowed hell, it is right there in my pocket
Just to get you and give you my locket
Hoping its worth it against every taste of sand and beating rain I endured for your sake
You bewitch me..by a thousand curses, ruined me by many losses
Yet I saw you as a blessing like the running rivers quenching my very drought that are barren plains so cracked like my broken heart
But you still didn't care..
You buried my scar right there where you buried the sea.
I adore you..but you made me prisoner, I won't protest but plead guilty for loving you.
Namaste