Fornication.
Temporary satisfaction.
A brusied soul and restless nights.
Misinformed. A fantasy that does not exist.
Seduction, seems as sweet as a midnight summer breeze.
Free will both a gift and a curse.
Only moments of pleasure and lifetime of pain.
Faithfulness, such a fruitful word.
Yet so commonly meaningless.
Always coming up short.
Continually searching for that person that makes you whole.
But deep down you know satisfaction will never come.
Not for you, a free spirit.
It's the way of the world.
This is what we do.
Then why the guilt and the everlasting internal struggle?
Say a prayer for me.
Say a prayer for our world.
Monday, November 23, 2009
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