I know the guiltiness of a dusty Bible
Brown specks slipping off my two fingers
Diminishing into my morning coffee,
To make the blend taste a whole lot bitter
Empty sentiments; too deep to be openly cast-off,
Once of someone who had the heart to their devotion
Nowadays it had proved heartless;- so fruitless:
_Still a tree is judged by its fruits._
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 7:16 AM UTC
I know the guiltiness of a dusty Bible
Brown specks slipping off my two fingers
Diminishing into my morning coffee,
To make the blend taste a whole lot bitter
Empty sentiments; too deep to be openly cast-off,
Once of someone who had the heart to their devotion
Nowadays it had proved heartless;- so fruitless:
_Still a tree is judged by its fruits._
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