your mouth utters it.
lips in cursive tongue
over a sin so deadly,
yet you smile,
as if it means no harm.
I've felt his hands
navigate my body.
her lips upon mine.
his warmth mingled.
intertwined lovers
come and gone.
get me my cross
if you deem it so,
and dig the nails
into my wrists.
hang me south
like Peter,
for if being
what my soul deems me
is greed,
then how can I ever
die like he once did?
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Poems From My Soul
Poetry(ALL ORIGINAL WORK) Some miscellaneous poetry I have written in the past, and some which I will post in the future. WARNING: TW for depression, mental health, suicidal thoughts
