Free verse № 247
Bloody sins of mind
Love?s tempting ways Pull you under a spell That love itself entraps.
Craving the need The physical touch Artificial sweetener for a wound that never heals.
Don?t rain on my parade Tell not the sun That it burns too bright,
For the moon In her darkened beauty Whispers sweet forgiveness.
Fear?s a snake Coils and fangs, ready to strike Your unwavering stare.
The seed is planted Grievous deceit Of a guiltless perpetrator
Learn it, live it Crisp air of your retreat In the shadows I wait.
Cut my skin Sharpen the blade No pain?s worse than the unchangeable.
Twist the knife My open heart Awaken agony of that love.
Accept it or die I live in the pain Knowledge keys the ache of sin.
Forgiveness of innocent And crimes that bleed From these beautiful wounds.
Tell me this That loves sweet kiss Will not be the death of me.
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