Two eyes glitter in the dark,
A man is torn apart.
Flesh seizes opportunity befriended,
Shuts out all too how it ended.

Warm soft skin bids fate here,
All that withholds is fear.
Felt the pressure mount,
Lips couldn’t form to count.

All is here not to disappear,
Fear holds life dear and near.
Weakness unwisely tempted,
Forfeits rights collected.

Now is not the time,
Here is not the hill to climb,
One must refrain, and not take the bite,
Who must wait until that night
When it all turns right



(Authors note: this is an older poem but i have been reading other
people's poems and thought that i should up load this one, hope you all
enjoy it and let me know what you think, please be honest because lying
never helped me write better. Due to the confusion about the beginning: it
is talking about the struggle between doing what is right (waiting) and
doing what you want (sex), vs 3 than falling for the wrong, than vs 4
inorder to feel better try to forget what really happened and not tell
anyone, hope that helps)
 
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