Poem #2

23/06/2016 02:30am Poem #2 Censored A quiet night, held by that groaning bed frame, It betrays me again, The walls suddenly paper thin, I came to fuck but all I did was make love, --------------- Should bitterness, lust, hatred, always hide their cruel, pure grace? My steel beliefs and dull actions at odds, Every uttered … Continue reading Poem #2