There she sways in the midst of night,
the only cause of revulsion is pure light,
and the prying eyes of intellects are not able to see,
beneath the looming shadow of thee.
The lady is darkness with no hint of sun,
and the guilt shall not cease or be overcome,
True incentives their eyes can not spot;
our lies damage our purity, their thought,
for the very lady whom all despise,
are our ever-growing sins clothed in disguise.
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Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
