Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2020
Where I want to be is never were I can be
Why is the forbidden always the one I can only see
In my sight but out of my reach
And now the memory hangs like a leach.

Take of thy desires
No one will be the wiser.

Withhold thine hand
You never know where sin will land.

To the voices ever near
To which do I give ear?
They do pester me at every choice
Which do you give the greater voice?
Dez
Written by
Dez  18/M/Chehalis
(18/M/Chehalis)   
142
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems