Apollo a mere copy,
could never compare.
Bronze skin,
stealing sun in strong snares.
Sex in the city,
on skylights quite high.
You knew what you were,
and pressure you did apply.
A mortal to your presence,
I knew what i'd become.
Pain I felt for to long,
body's gone quite numb.
Sun God take me far away,
Lost in the sweet month of May.
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Book Of Mine
PoetryBook of Mine is a series of poems derived from my experiences mentally, emotionally, and physically. Some poems are inspired by people in my life and others are derived from experiences. In this book I will also feature some poems purely from my own...
