My body is a temple and should be treated as such
But what do i do when my bones are accumulating dust?
Question is...Do you want the simplicity of an answer?
Or clean me and see everything piling up?
I should be ashamed of being dirty
But not even you could wash my guilt away
Don't worry I'm still pure
My sins have been forgiven
It's you who tempts this forbidden fruit
- Author: Katie Howell (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 8th, 2020 16:47
- Category: Love
- Views: 13
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