Jul 2015
A part of me dies
When I Sin
The part of me that
Brought me here
I'll whisper it in your ear
If you were to grieve
Why not bring me there?
I think to repent
Throughout this letter
Which is life,
But I can't
I Sin and again I Sin
And even in my thought of repentance
I find Sin
- S.S
When I Sin
The part of me that
Brought me here
I'll whisper it in your ear
If you were to grieve
Why not bring me there?
I think to repent
Throughout this letter
Which is life,
But I can't
I Sin and again I Sin
And even in my thought of repentance
I find Sin
- S.S
This is a poem, of every time I thought and lusted for an impossible Love
(London)
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