Blood, Trust, and RustA Poem by sinNsincerityBlood, Trust, and Rust I’m staring at the paper while I’m asking for a favor. Please take away all of my thoughts, For I don’t mind it because you are all my pain saver. No hall pass, so I was taken by her, The undertaker. One take, one shot, one scene to calculate your mood that you left behind yesterday afternoon. She took off my cool and I didn’t mind because when I was around her, It had no use. The ocean blue allowed me to view the light that reflects off of the moon. A lame duck, but I’m not at all " no use. Not ever having a clue, but always putting God’s signs to good use. I lived inside my mind like a baby in a womb and I was getting my nutrition from you. We had given birth to a new love, we had given birth to a true love; sadly, we gave birth to a love that simply ran out of blood because we ran away from trust, so we ran into a rust. © 2015 sinNsincerityFeatured Review
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