Where do I even start
There is so much
So much imperfections
And regrets
That rot the soul
My soul
Most likely ours
Religious or not
We all know our rights and wrongs
We all remember.
Our wrongs
Our mistakes
When venom left our bodies
In temptations
And was placed upon
Anothers lips
Slipped and pushed down their
Throats
Forced by poisoned minds,
Sharp fingers,
And pointed tongues
Like a cursed french kiss
Where you forgot to remember
That no means no
We have all been there
Killers with deadly bodies
And lifeless remains
Some of us
Attempt to pray it away
Push it out
And run and hide
Others bake in its false glory
And soak life from the dead
Both options
Fight inside my brain
Looking for God
Away from it all
But also loving the the space
In empty promises it brings
The temporary love seems
A lot more pleasing when
The endless kind
Hurts so much
Hurts to stay srong
Hurts to break the mold
Hurts to be hurt
Hurts to hurt
My lovers
My sinners
I call friends
Let it take me I beg
Let it take my friends
Let sin take me away
From a fearfull reality
That sin has kidnapped my soul
Let it become me
Let it guide
Let it protect them
The Godly light
Save me from my attackers
And free my soul
Poison mixed with wine
Makes my blood
And spills in tears
Killing me
To remind me I am alive
Sin makes me, me
Makes everyone everything
Keeps us the same
Put us in a place to be saved
Sin saves me
For it is my white flag
In my battle
Saves me from
A sad death of lost
Teaches me what not to do
And guides me to what to do
Waving my Flag
Truning from
The endless sin
For an endless light
Of true happiness
Inspiration: Youth Group
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One Chance Encounters With Some Words
PoetryPoems. About life. About chance. About pain. About me. And about every word in between *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s...
