Sin's Lover
With a scornful smile,
Your lips write of betrayal and disgust,
Yet your sorrowful eyes beg for a whispered promise of trust.
You warn me of your corrupt soul,
That you are irrevocably damned,
Even though the naïve and blind paint you in a figure of a holy man.
Your heart is as dark as night,
Your innards were chiseled with fire,
And still I believe there is good in you,
My love shall never expire.
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The Ramblings of a Inconsequential Girl (My Poetry Collection)
PoetryThe Ramblings of a Inconsequential Girl mostly consists of my poetry. But there are a few other essay/journal styled poems/letters within as well. I hope you enjoy :)
