So, I probably haven’t had the opportunity to watch any of the movies in the Fifty Shades of Grey series because it’s banned here. But man, Dakota Johnson is super gorgeous. Silver really is her colour. This song that happens to be on my ‘favourites’ playlist is the original soundtrack for the final series of Fifty Shades. I usually pick a song from my list of 200. And today, I was just too lazy to begin writing. I picked almost every song that played. By the time I was on the 20th number, I decided it was time to get writing. This song happened to be number 20! So yay, no more procrastination! And for a song like this or a movie this controversial, please read the disclaimer below. It’s imperative!

Heaven – poem by Ruelha

Love's my religion.
But he was my petition.
More important than God; there was no debate.
On him, all of my attention, I did fixate.
He was so sacred to me.
Much more than humanity.
I stretched it beyond.
Even when he did'nt respond.

You're trying to imagine,
the cause of my fascination.
But there's no cogent reason.
Through several acts of treason.
Its just automatic.
A different kind of romantic.
It's beyond my own comprehension.
Why he always received exemption.

That's why they say.
To put it, there's no better way.
All good boys go to heaven.
But bad boys become the obsession!
After knowing they're bad for you.
And although you can see right through.
You just hope against hope.
They'll change or you'll cope.

But, you've known in your heart.
Right from the beginning, the start.
You've surrendered and given unto them.
Submissive passiveness, from there it stems.
You've got nobody else to blame.
You gifted to them, that's all they claimed.
All good boys go to heaven.
But bad boys will show you the seven.

I found him hard to replace.
Ever since I got a little taste.
All wrapped in one, he was so many sins.
Yet being with him, I considered a win.
He became an addiction.
To get over, I needed a prescription.
All good boys go to heaven.
And bad boys become part of your confession.

I would have given up my life for him.
Even if our odds were quite slim.
And if I sit to introspect, sure I'd do it again.
Because I couldn't flush him out of each membrane.
If another opportunity struck, 
I'd reattempt and try my luck!
Sure, all good boys go to heaven.
But bad boys, well they make you question.

Everything you've ever known.
The things with you that have grown.
You keep remoulding yourself.
Instead of getting help.
Because although you regret.
You're unwilling to accept.
The truth in front of you.
Did he ever really love you too?

Maybe you always knew; you weren't under an illusion.
And you realized there wasn't a favourable resolution.
When they leave and you want them back.
And all those withdrawal symptoms attack.
No parent or friend can replace.
The power and might of their aftertaste.
It's too bad, he wasn't the one.
Because to me, it was much more than fun.

Even still, I feel no regrets.
Although he made me so depressed.
All good boys go to heaven.
And bad boys become a practical lesson.
They'll make you crave and feel miserable.
Yet illogically, you'll find them irresistible.
Oh, you know what I'm saying is true.
And maybe you'll do what you need to do.

But you know you'll never forget,
That moment you'll met.
That first kiss, you'll never regret.
Time spent with him, was like a lit cigarette.
You knew he'd consume you.
Yet, deeper puffs, you drew.
All good boys go to heaven; but bad boys bring heaven to you!
You'll be grateful for the experience; though the intensity will kill you too!

- RUELHA
www.ruelha.com
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Disclaimer: This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. Most of my poems do not hint at my life/situation. Kindly refrain from drawing such parallels. Much of what I write is purely fictional. If you know me well enough, you’ll realize none of this resonates with my life! I have always written from my heart …about topics that I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, melancholic poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music, narratives etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography etc., I feel the need to put up a disclaimer every time I write a romantic/melancholic/intense piece. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a way it was not intended. That is just my humble request. Please note, some of my writings may contain material unsuitable for children.

Lyrics of Heaven by Julia Michaels {the inspiration to my poem}

Love's my religion
But he was my faith
Something so sacred
So hard to replace
Falling for him was like falling from grace
All wrapped in one
He was so many sins
Would have done anything
Everything for him
And if you ask me
I would do it again
No need to imagine
'Cause I know it's true
They say all good boys go to Heaven
But bad boys bring Heaven to you
It's automatic
It's just what they do
They say all good boys go to Heaven
But bad boys bring Heaven to you
You don't realize the power they have
Until they leave you
And you want them back
Nothing in this world
Prepares you for that
I'm not a sinner
He wasn't the one
Had no idea what we would become
There's no regrets
I just thought it was fun
No need to imagine
'Cause I know it's true
They say all good boys go to Heaven
But bad boys bring Heaven to you
It's automatic
It's just what they do
They say all good boys go to Heaven
But bad boys bring Heaven to you
I still remember the moment we met
The touch that he planted
The garden he left
I guess the rain was just half that effect
No need to imagine
'Cause I know it's true
They say all good boys go to Heaven
But bad boys bring Heaven to you
It's automatic
It's just what they do
They say all good boys go to Heaven
But bad boys bring Heaven to you