EraseA Poem by ChahklatMaybe the sins he committed shall become unclear.
The ecstasy of his touch has since been gone.
To remember him is the thing I've done wrong. How could I have known of his incurable thirst? But dwelling on those things are what causes hurt. Perhaps I will forget, as the sun sets each day. The taste of his lips and the look on his face. Maybe the sins he committed shall become unclear. And the prison of pain will release all my tears. © 2010 Chahklat |
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Added on September 29, 2010 Last Updated on September 29, 2010 AuthorChahklatSCAboutMy name is Chelsea. I'm 32 years old. I've been in love with writing since I was 10. I have gotten better at it in some ways, but I'd like to go back to my passion when I first discovered my talent. .. more..Writing
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