Illegitimate 

It only hurts as much as we love

We fall so deep

So hard

On a bed roses

Bleeding our skins, 

On prickles,

and razors, 

Of withering petals 


The falling skin with the passing ages

Wearies of a young man,

Troubled with the dawn of a mysterious tomorrow 

The society,

and it’s demands

The whispering streets 

These blurry faces jeering around the corners

“she is a bastard after all”

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New divide

Whispers and judgements,
the waves in the sky
Cracks of a shattered trust,
and minds distorted

A brotherhood of lies,
and a mountain of secrets
Stacking and overflowing,
the river of blood

He hates my smile,
and I hate his eyes
The way of perception,
this new divide

A difference of time,
these amplified desires,
and a widening gulf
When we let go of our hands,
and our feet, parted ways

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