A name,
a face,
a body,
interlock and swirl.
A game,
a chase,
commodity,
treasures, souls of pearl.
Morals fled,
the soul has bled.
Regret and shame,
myself to blame.
Passion hides,
all subsides.
Feelings faked
for who's sake?
Turn around,
do not go back.
Know it's face
and what it lacks.
Redeem,
progress,
resolve.
Esteem,
redress,
absolve.
Evolve.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
A name,
a face,
a body,
interlock and swirl.
A game,
a chase,
commodity,
treasures, souls of pearl.
Morals fled,
the soul has bled.
Regret and shame,
myself to blame.
Passion hides,
all subsides.
Feelings faked
for who's sake?
Turn around,
do not go back.
Know it's face
and what it lacks.
Redeem,
progress,
resolve.
Esteem,
redress,
absolve.
Evolve.
First draft written May 1, 2011. Work in progress.
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