never follow
snakeswith blue eyes
soft brown hair
whisky coated lips
hands roughly soft
smiles too sweet
smirks too wild
paths too windingthey will always lead you
astray
and convince you
they changed
by admitting their sins
and crying for your forgivenessthen proceed to leave
for the one they always wanted—pain
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020