Tuesday, 18 April 2017

The Secret

My hypocritical eyes wander like an explorer,
Blindly into the crevices of secretive lives,
The adventures that lurk behind the corner
Are covered in shameless, pitiful guise

The battle was born between conscience and faith
A war between head, heart and feet
The bombs that we threw by foolish mistake
Made morality suffer defeat

My memory stings like salt to a wound
The blanks unhinge like a haunting
These blossoms of lust have gone into bloom
Without any hint of a warning

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