Primary affairsA Poem by Azalea RoseA young boy praying to God about his sinful affair with a girl he loves. He repents and asks for forgiveness but doesn't give God the idea that he feels bad about doing it.
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Intentions from deep within. A girl and a boy for the first time Thinking that its all a sin. "God, can you hear our difficult souls..." Can be heard from the Heavens above. But the guilt still resides While the two struggle to make love. The remains are stressed and held by gunpoint. Sweat, like tears, leave salty stains. Loving embrace turns to a hateful banishment Hells owner tells me he's feeling abandonment. Her heels seal the deal like pantyhose and mace. Cares fade away, You can see it on his face. Much too unworldly, Limbs shaking like branches in a hurricane. Doors slamming against aged lumber shake the once fine foundation. Two lips feel like summer but Snowflakes fall from above them. Cold. The sun peaks in and its rays are as Bright as dilated pupils. © 2016 Azalea Rose |
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Added on August 19, 2016Last Updated on August 22, 2016 Author
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