My Glass of Sins

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem that describes how I feel when thinking about or seeing my lover.

Submitted: April 15, 2015

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Submitted: April 15, 2015



My Glass of SIns

it's tasty,sour flavour stings.

A glass that is doing me good harm

everytime I sip my glass of sins

the sin starts trickling into my blood

 killing me and reviving me all over again 

inviting, enticing the seen of my glass

I'm too intoxicated, I start to cry 

the mist on my eyes, from the garden within me

I open my mouth to sip more

everyone warns me and says it's poison 

I sip more, and the sour taste changes

sweet, rich and thick 

filling me up and watering the withered meadows 

my garden has sprout

and my glass is never out 

Oh, my glass of sins 

water my garden, and then drown it

but never leave it to drought

Oh my glass of sins 

you pick me up and knock me down

sipping you gives me wings. 



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