a gentle touch
a silent hush
and there. it's begun.
romance.
why didn't i keep my promises?
why did i deny my innocence?
close your eyes
cover your ears
and there. i've felt it.
rush.
why was i so curious?
why did i silence my conscience?
a soft kiss
a slight nudge
and there. i've lost it.
regret.
why did i think that i must?
why did i give in to lust?
i'm way past the border
i've crossed the line
i cannot return
can't bail out this time.
i kept on listening
to the voices within
i thought i was right
did my best to pretend
that the reason i'm here
is because of love and care
but i ended in bed
i was greatly misled.
exchanged my purity
for worthless pleasure
how fickle this human mind
how sometimes unreasonable.
the decisions i make
can be utterly stupid
and the actions i take
are what i wished i avoided.
God, can you help me?
i'm sick of myself
forgive my foolishness
i'm so sorry i fell
why was i so curious?
why did i think that i must?
why did i give in to lust?
God, can you help me?















Comments
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beauty as a device for torture
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That might make a good song if you're good with music.
Nevertheless, the experience, whether real or not, sounds like a painful one, and the poem expresses it quite well.
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=christians ~noypi ~deviants-and-dolls
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i will not bow.
you will not mock my God.
you will not kill my generation.
---are you not entertained?!
i think i'll do the song thing.
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i will not bow.
you will not mock my God.
you will not kill my generation.
---are you not entertained?!
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i will not bow.
you will not mock my God.
you will not kill my generation.
---are you not entertained?!
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