When I Was Pure
Purity is a gimmick
Like the seductive look of a rose
It leaves you lacking
Like the enticing sound of music
It leaves you hurting
As if you were dancing to the rain
It leaves you empty
Like the sweet juice of a honeysuckle
It confuses you
Like the wings of a bird
It breaks you
Just like the succulent whisper of a breeze
And it warms you
Like the opposing sound of a busy city
And it lies to you
Like love lies to a sinner
And it punishes you
like a mother her child
And it pulls you down
into the pits of your thoughts
And it leaves you hanging
Off the branches of life itself
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Life Written Poems
PoetryThis is going to be a ginormous collection of poems by me XD some of them are really old, some of them are varied from genres, i write poems for any type of crowd, and if i have something on the tip of my tongue, i write it down, type it up, and put...
