Love the sinner, hate the sin
Crimes committed, committed again
Truth hangs on a rusty nail
Hidden by hope, waiting to impale
Days pass on a tenuous thread
Bleeding heart, consumed by dread
Creating a world, nothing it lacks
Wishing affection, ignoring the
facts
Aware of danger, asking for pain
Feeling the blood rush, seep from
the vein
Crying the tears, that should not have fallen
Wishing return, the heart that’s been stolen
A beautiful showing, laced with bittersweet truths.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
Thank you so much. Maybe one of these days my poems will take an upward turn :) Thanks for reading and commenting my friend.
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