I chastised chastity
from the day I lost serenity.
No elixir for eternity,
rather I'd have pious pity.
Flamboyant furrows still adorn
the depths I've don
over the embellishments I've worn.
Yet, I'm barefoot like when I was born.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
I chastised chastity
from the day I lost serenity.
No elixir for eternity,
rather I'd have pious pity.
Flamboyant furrows still adorn
the depths I've don
over the embellishments I've worn.
Yet, I'm barefoot like when I was born.
