The curves in her lips
mirrored those of her back

They pressed together
as my fingertips explored
the skin they mimicked,

and they parted
as I searched further
and found what I've been looking for

My favorite lie
Is to be told that everything is going to be alright
To feed that hope that things will get better
Somehow life will be perfect one day
This is a beautiful lie
It tricks you and comforts you
In a time of need
No one talks about it
But we know the truth
This lie gets us through the mess
One more push to get through this
On to tomorrow
The next day
The next struggle
But don't let it get to you
Everything is going to be alright

And the last time that I saw her face, was also our last embrace.

And our last kiss, I will always miss.

And I will always remember the taste of her lips.

Did you see the moths dancing?
Getting too close to the flame
See them as they burn and fall
Attracted by the bright light
Until the heat clipped their wings

That is like the life we have to lead
Always tempted by the prettiest things
To never understand the danger
Until the time becomes way too late
Finding ourselves falling into obscurity

This is the power of a blood run sun
Admiring the beauty as it shines
But gaze too long and you lose your sight
Then the beauty shall long be lost
So like the poor moth, you will fall

Once upon a time ago
He wanted to be friends
People saw him as a Troll
That's not where the story ends

For he was so beautiful inside
People only saw the outer skin
His love for life, he did hide
Hiding away from everything

One day, a little blind girl came his way
Became his friend, she told him stories
She visited the Troll every single day
Told of heroes and their victory glories

But the villagers came looking to ****
A friendly Troll who only loved life
Chased him far over the hill
With torches, clubs and a knife

But the little blind girl was in trouble
A wall of rocks began to slide
The Troll rescued her from the rubble
Gave his life for her and he died

Now as the friendly Troll, he is remembered
Never would he cause you any harm
Forever, as a hero, he will be remembered
The friendly Troll with beautiful charm

I talk
                                                            ­               but all of my words are sin

I move
                                                            ­               but all of my actions are sin

I think
                                                           ­               but all of my thoughts are sin

I dance
                                                           ­               but all of my rhythms are sin

I sing
                                                            ­              but all of my tones are sin

I write
                                                           ­                but all of my poems are sin

All of me is a sin

I am a sin

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