Wednesday 3 May 2017

Sin

I hate you
As much as I love you;
Your touch threatens my soul
Makes me breathe no more!

My hands shake,
Mind fluctuates,
Your beautiful eye,
Poison my stomach butterfly!
                                        
I mumble and fumble
Of those nightmares;
Dreadfully killing my sway
Leaving me astray!

When will this stop?
Discarding you out of my thoughts;
Resting the storm
That you create over and over my flaws!

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