Before this, my case has always been a piece of public knowledge.
I have always loathed men and the words that came out of their mouths – garbage if you will ask me to define it. I hated the idea of adoring male species. To me, it was a sin. But God made no person perfect, did he?
I sinned.
Just when I thought the fairytales were wrong, I was enchanted. Though he is not as dazzling as the princes in the movies, God did take his time carving this being. It was as if He exerted his efforts, particularly in making this one.
He does not like flaunting his muscles but effortlessly shows off his brains. I like how he corrects my theories about the world while backing them up with facts he had known since his elementary days.
He sings songs that made me never want to take my eyes off him and drown in his immaculateness instead. He loves the kids; loves playing with them, chasing them around, and giggling with them. And the more I deny this tingling sensation from within, my sins stack up like a pile of wood.
My case... I like to appeal my case.
Perhaps it is true. There is always an exemption to everything.
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The Brain is Never at Rest
PoetryHi. This is a collection of the pieces I wrote for the past years. If some of these sounded or looked familiar, it's because I've posted them in another account I used to go by. Thank you for taking the time to read my work! I hope you'll have a fu...
