Another old thing!
My mind is filled with such activity,
My heart races with such passion,
Confession is squeezed through my mouth.
Invasion of an unexplored territory is initiated,
Foreign feelings have entered the system,
An intruder has been located,
'Tis the subject of my confession.
Termination of such terrorism is a priority,
Else the empire be suffused.
Oh! How powerful it is,
The mind, heart succumb to its attack.
My dear Beloved,
Being human precipitated my fall,
The authority belongs with the invader,
Thus, I confess,
I cannot escape the feeling.
Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2018-11-08 at 21:36
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'Tis my confession
My eyes have observed such beauty,My mind is filled with such activity,
My heart races with such passion,
Confession is squeezed through my mouth.
Invasion of an unexplored territory is initiated,
Foreign feelings have entered the system,
An intruder has been located,
'Tis the subject of my confession.
Termination of such terrorism is a priority,
Else the empire be suffused.
Oh! How powerful it is,
The mind, heart succumb to its attack.
My dear Beloved,
Being human precipitated my fall,
The authority belongs with the invader,
Thus, I confess,
I cannot escape the feeling.
Poetry by Advice
Read 615 times
Written on 2018-11-08 at 21:36
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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