Teach me, show me the way.
The fork in the road only teases my gaze.
Within this iron, the desire is caged. There is no play as I sit and ponder of lustful ways.
My head is riddled with doubt, it aches so strange.
To believe in my faith and promises that I made.
The motto is one of conviction.
If I act unfaithfully, I am not forgiven.
Is this the fate that lies in wait, my own demise is a choice to make?
Teach me, show me the way.
For a dire lover detests the risqué.
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Melancholy & Me
PoetryAn upcoming collection of short poems based from a multitude of life experiences.
