Your Sin (a poem)

What it all comes back to

Is that one statement you made behind my back

Nearly a year ago

I wonder why I loved you then

And why I love you now

When it all comes back to that same fucking comment

Fuck you?

Guess not, huh?

Was this the reason I saw you in my dreams last night?

My subconscious was full of you

All but bursting with your image

Your eyes

Your grin

Your voice

Oh, Hell

I wish I couldn’t dream

‘Cuz they’re harbingers of doom, aren’t they?

You sing to me

With false reassurances that everything’s going to be all right

But how I love to hear those sweet lies

Coming from

Your lying lips

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Your Sin (a poem)

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