Confessions (Pt.1)
A Poem by King K.T.B Poetry
Confessions....pt. 1
Forgive me father for
I have sinned, I am guilty of thoughts consumed with lust. The woman in my mind
contains characteristics that stand in the doorway of elegance and sleeps in
the bed of beauty. I can’t keep her out of my mind. Forgive me father for I am
a thief, I stole her heart with no intent of letting another man hurt, break,
scar or scorn it ever again. Forgive me for the lies I’ve told. The times my
friends said she was the one and I denied it as if they were telling fibs.
Forgive me father for I confess to jealously, no other man can cry for her the
way I do. If she were to ever walk away, leave me for another, I would collapse
from the inside out. Forgive me father for I am a victim to gluttony. Her
beauty, love and intellect act as comfort to my robust appetite. When I speak I
eat for two, myself and my unborn child who will follow in the footsteps of her
dignified mother. Forgive me father for my promiscuous deeds, for I have fallen
in love with the very mind set she possesses. When I can’t have her body I make
love to her passions. I cheat on her with her ambitions and multiply with her
goals. Forgive me father, I know I’m far from perfect; I am an imperfect person
perfectly loving this person in my life. I don’t have plans of repentance. I
confess that I am a sinner and if these are the thoughts and actions that
conjure in my mind everyday then I shall be a sinner till the day I die. I’m
glad I’m not perfect, me being imperfect made me love her perfectly. Forgive me
father, but these are the confessions of a lovers-sin. Perhaps she is not the
sin, but the one disguised as a blessing yet to come. Forgive me father, for
these are my confession.
© 2013 King K.T.B Poetry
Author's Note
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ingore grammer problems,
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Author
King K.T.B Poetry Pine Hill, NJ
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My passion is writing, poetry, words of emotion wouldn't you agree? With spoken word my soul is taught to be free. This is what I conclude to be that physical expression of thought for me... more..
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