(Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned.)
My desire has got a heart,
There's a throbbing, painful and slow.
My fingers know the art,
But their virtuosity won't let me flow.
(A/N:..Thank you so much guys for all the votes n reads! Y'all are amazin, I love you!
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YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
