Sin
You beat the sun light right out of me,
endlessly
The sorrow your love bares falls on me,
beautifully
And I love you
Stars will shun the skies above me
Outside of your eyes
In moments you love me
Carelessly, cut me
Mirror, you are but a broken glass
I know not of recovery
I know now
Woe,
You love me
Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC
Sin
You beat the sun light right out of me,
endlessly
The sorrow your love bares falls on me,
beautifully
And I love you
Stars will shun the skies above me
Outside of your eyes
In moments you love me
Carelessly, cut me
Mirror, you are but a broken glass
I know not of recovery
I know now
Woe,
You love me
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