My mouth waters with desire,
I stare with longing.
Upon this tree of treachery sits my only need
A forbidden fruit, the seeds sown from it are that of the purest hate.
One taste means to betray.
A second is heresy.
To be put to a stake and burned for my passions.
Ridiculed for my inadequacies, berated by loved ones for what ive done.
This is my hell, and here i sit staring at my wicked fruit.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
My mouth waters with desire,
I stare with longing.
Upon this tree of treachery sits my only need
A forbidden fruit, the seeds sown from it are that of the purest hate.
One taste means to betray.
A second is heresy.
To be put to a stake and burned for my passions.
Ridiculed for my inadequacies, berated by loved ones for what ive done.
This is my hell, and here i sit staring at my wicked fruit.
First bit of poetry ive ever done
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