Obvious Errors


I cover every single flaw of mine
with layers of silence and a lying face.
I pretend to be a devil's concubine
running through denial's maze.

I can't put make-up on my shadow's skin
so I'm left incomplete and tainted.
My only consolation is your voice of glossy sin
that leaves the holy virgins dead or fainted.





Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2005-11-30 at 23:13

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Bekim Rauseo
man you real deep!!!email me at brauseo@gmail.com or ppna22_97@hotmail.com
2006-02-26


els
Det är inte många som kan skriva dikter med rim på ett utmärkt sätt. (Jag älskar ordet utmärkt!) Få som lyckas, men du min vän har gjort det! Congratulations!
2005-12-04