Sinner

Sing me the song of my sweet tainted flesh

A structured chorus of critically compromised virtue

Innocence untouched by experience, rather by intent

Lacking beyond a child’s short sighted impetuousness

Aspersions the easy bedfellow of my path of least resistance

How I’ve only wanted to defend my honor perhaps undeserved

To affirm that this has all been a dream

A suspended reality of tempestuous indiscretion

Waiting, wanting only to be clean
-EJoveJohnson

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