Was it wrong to ever...
Was it wrong to just...
Was it wrong to really fall
victim to sinful lust?
I see your face in every place
and yearn for what could be.
But hear you now,
you denote my pleads again?
Why not jump the edge...
for fear of loss?
Or fear you might find glory?
Why protest my bitter plea's
but scornfully brood on being but one...
Why not take a leap of faith
and explore the sounds
of sweet-sorrow pun.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Was it wrong to ever...
Was it wrong to just...
Was it wrong to really fall
victim to sinful lust?
I see your face in every place
and yearn for what could be.
But hear you now,
you denote my pleads again?
Why not jump the edge...
for fear of loss?
Or fear you might find glory?
Why protest my bitter plea's
but scornfully brood on being but one...
Why not take a leap of faith
and explore the sounds
of sweet-sorrow pun.
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