the temptation
is too strong, she says
and i scold the dog
who creeps where
we don't ever
want to look
it begs and calls
for us and we fight
the urge to fall into
its soft, innocent embrace
because once we
fail to keep our
sweet distance,
it bares the fangs
it hid all along,
and we cannot
escape the dark
void it calls home
it was never as
innocent as it looked
but it appears
harmless before us
and weeps, and again
and again we fall for
its tricks, because
we are gullible
and weak
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
