By the great Vonita.

Poems and Petals

I ate of the forbidden fruit
Since then I ache for more
I pay the price both day and night
And now I understand
I put my finger to the flame
It burnt, I burnt, I pain
My skin is raw
Red melting flesh
It never goes away
Perhaps in time my wounds will heal
Til then
I breathe, I hurt, I pray

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One thought on “Consequence

  1. Wounds heal they leave scars Some scars are uglier than others some are self inflicted. Not because we watched pain but because we refuse to see without putting feelings into it.

    Wanting to make others wrong or making someone bad better only drains your goodness and builds scars.

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