Our sins play well with one another.
My demons dance with yours like they are at a bonfire.
We are burning in their flames.
Like a match we start out bright
And
Before you know it we burn out.
Let me go & I'll try to do the same.
For my mind always fails in this fight between love & lust.
My angels & demons will only combine these two things to make me.
I shouldn't pick one I need both,
But my both isn't with you.
Your both isn't with me.
We need to learn this one day,
I need to set you free.
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Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
