Loathing Love
I loath the every moment when desire walks me to the second it ceased
When I fell to her feet and everything real seemed to be deceased
How tears fall the moment the truth has been revealed
The barb wire holds it back and the truth is held with false, denial is where it is concealed
When the every movement
Kills the beauty of firmament
It seems almost dangling off the bone, the flesh of passion
It is the salvation, she is what holds life’s sinful ration
Only to be the daughter of virtuous souls but makes a man sin and run for his gold
The dancer, she is like, she knows where it lives but to her, is her own mind, which does not hold
Borrow me out, empty me to the core
I want to be placed in this relic of love, no more
Lex
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