A flute-like melody begins to creep
I listen to the tune, taking it deep
Into my soul it slowly leaks
Golden in color as it silently speaks
A crimson crescent forms my lips
As my pearly teeth turn a white eclipse
I laugh to myself for no one's around
As the feeling settles, I'm left staring at the ground
I’m no saint, I don’t mean to preach
I’m no mentor, I’m not here to teach
All I’m saying is I was much like you
Thinking all that was wrong ,sad and blue
This is no spiritual release, nor divine intervention
Life is simply a beautiful thing, just thought I’d mention
Beautiful Sin..
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 7:12 PM
Tags: ClueLessReality, Life, Poems
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