Sublime someone
tortured you by divine lust.
in your head, images goes on,
Left open minded, every time
the pleasing rush
hands, heat, slowly melts
to dissolve in thoughts
of wine, to be closer.
Dripping bittersweet memories;
tantalization.
Canvas full of colors in our salacity
flown heart
drives a maniac mean cosplay of crossroad battles
that eyes averts.
Seasonal in the blood veins
Nothing in the reality lost or gain
But somewhat innocence gone,
Once you start to know
there's no escape will people say
hints of desire, to a strong void
'kiss me, oh kiss me hard'
type of songs on the displays
But It really ain't love
neither it's always about to souls in a room
of closed door,
but what that is, it is always sinful in religions around the world,
with this note, we all have at least have
the thoughts, and there's sin, never us will go to heaven then
Do the feeling keep us fundamentally, away from problems really like people say?
(I) doubt that.
(I) Doubt that, nobody ever not sinned,
& there's if heaven, it's aesthetically empty with only cloudy floors and air within.
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
