Every saint you will meet
has words of wisdom that
they may or may not choose
to speak about.
They may choose to hold
their noises high, showing
they have halos above
their high foreheads.
I call you out, Saint,
and raise you a sin!
The Saint moved back
a step; he has seen
my kind before.
Wielding the cross
around his neck, he calls,"Sinner!
You will dare to
cross my path?"
I, the sinner, responded:
"I dare not to cross your path,
Saint. I plan to join you."
YOU ARE READING
Awkward, Unrequited, Superficial, Toxic, Real Love.
PoetryLove is messy and beautiful. I have been writing poems since I was a teenager. It was my escape. It was and still is a refuge. My 20's are behind me. This book is a small collection of love-related poems that encompass pretty much most of my feeling...
