We all wear veils that shroud our insecurities.
My veil is colored black, dare light shine through.
A shroud of lies is deemed more appropriate,
For my transgressions outnumber my pure intentions.
And I dare not lie before the house of the Lord,
Under false pretenses.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
An Ode to Muses to Kalliope
Thơ CaThis poetry collection explores regret, isolation, philosophy, with a sprinkling of guilt. Historical references are encouraged! If you're just going through the motions of life, whether it be blissful or difficult, these poems are great companions...
