Temptation carried me far.
Was lost in my tracks.
A kiss for the way.
Judas fared me gleefully.
I resonate with your pain.
He loudly whispered my forgotten name.
Temptation that's brief.
But still, not leaves.
You are my Judas.
Plot me destruction.
One which can't be averted.
Temptation that's keen.
Sets it's eye on its prey,
Forestalling is beyond.
And yet I welcome because we belong.
Temptation that's wholesome.
Envelopes me in long-some.
I'm now one with what I should loathe.
But again I quote you're still a foe.
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PoetryLike all other literature, poetry understands the act of word play. Poetry with just a few words expresses our deeper, emotional and conflicting thoughts. Tells a story and makes Known to it's us, facts. And the fact is poetry is you, me and everyon...
