23 years into it now
all that I've found
are reasons to doubt
myself
Christ, Child
Show me your eyes
after you cry
we'll go for a ride
then we'll crumble and hide
you could be mine
and wish that you died
Christ, Child
Madness in my blood
blood in my eyes
nothing compares
to this semblance of life
I'd come if i could
but I'm frozen with fear
of what I could do
with you lying so near
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 28th, 2026 00:50
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Under the semblance of wording, if punctuation is not taken carefully into account, seems religious a tender love poem emerges. Well written it speaks of attraction and hesitation out of fear of what might happen. There is tension in this poem and it remains unresolved. Well written a fave
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