SinsA Poem by Ana B.ruffling through my old pages lately....If darkness had a name What would you call it? Someone who could take the blame that is yours…but you’re afraid to admit Wicked lilies at your door Daring you to pick them up Tsk,tsk…this darkness…easy to adore Drinking your tears from morality’s cup… Ascending…descending from this debasement Because our obstinance is leading all the time So who gets to decide the final assessment? And who gets to write the infinite rhyme?
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Added on February 11, 2015Last Updated on February 16, 2017 Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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