LaufeiaLost

My stain of my sin colors my body and makes me sick How is it that I fall to this method once more am I really simply a dog chasing cars, so close to catching the perfect one and then another catches my attention and not a car but another dog no better than me and off we go and find ourselves twisted in deviate acts. But he finds no guilt in actions while I return home to scrub myself raw, to purge myself, to repent My body trembles as I fight back tears of rage, heated by my own devices, blinded by my own foolery I fear I may fall to this trap again and again, when will I learn. I lift my feet and move forward burying the secrets of my

Sadness is a drop of dew the morning sun shines on. Creating a shimmer of something never bestowed upon.  Looking at it more clearly it leaves more meaning than the word. Deeper – deeper it sinks, glancing, wiping and disappears – but not really…