In My World of Safe RestrictionsA Poem by Truman S. BoothChoices, choices, choices...
In my world of safe restrictions,
While the world decays and falls, All the irking contradictions Nullify religious walls. Tantalizing, hypnotizing, Terrible, yet oh, so good... Opposite of unsurprising. Killing me (just as it should). Is it wrong, or is it perfect? Something tells me to go on. Soulmatism is no object. Something tells me this is wrong. Hell and Heaven intertwine when Eyes are locked, or even glance. Light and darkness become one and Boy descends into a trance. Years.
© 2011 Truman S. BoothAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on January 10, 2011 Last Updated on July 16, 2011 AuthorTruman S. Booththe Bubble, UTAboutI am a young writer, but I believe that talent knows no age--although they tend to increase together. There are a few things I love, and a few things I hate. I love language, piano, animated movie.. more..Writing
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