For Centuries and CenturiesA Poem by sinNsincerityFor centuries and centuries... I thought about her for centuries... To thirty times a day... To the single thought of: Oh God, I fucken hate you! Couldn’t you see? That there was nothing that I could have done… Yes, you were the one, But you were the one that needed no escort because you outshined the sun. There was no way to let you all the way in. My seraph, but him? You gave him all of your sins. © 2015 sinNsincerity |
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