a wrinkle in my past,
unboastful, even shamed,
this deed of youthful lustfulness,
have I only me to blame?
alone with cold flesh,
not of my own,
gave I my precious jewel away,
why trade i diamond for a stone?
this rock, A weight,
this great unseemly mass…
deterMined only to bring me down,
searing souL with wicked past.
why trade I all I had,
fOr this gust of morbid “wind”,
as i lie in rooms so dark with light,
think i only of my Sin.
burnt i my heart in lustful fire,
which knew not i, i fed…
and all that gained from this…
is a hearT :
broken, bleeding,
almost dead.
Reason for writing:
This is about my losing My viriginty.. The one thing I swore to Keep sacred For my wife. I blew it.. it ripped me apart...
Birth sign: Leo
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