HER LIPS, MY FEAR.

Love tastes sour and bitter,
Full of chaos and aporia,
Tears flows down my cheeks like showers.

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My heart raced in fear of the sacred, Sought after in silence and disguise.
Memories brings tears and sadness
That weakens my strength.

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It glitters in pink,
Which makes my heart sink.
Curved in a pursed grin,
The picture made my heart flew.

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Overwhelmed with lust and shame,
How could I think of such!
My conscience grips me,
But it's sight relieves me.

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This is paradise I thought,
Of which am denied of.
I know am not in love,
But her lips is all I crave for.

I am Emmanuel.
©2017.