A Question

Written by: Justin Robbins

My inside peace that flaunts hidden desires
Confronted by mistakes faced by liars
Hidden transgression to become arranged
Sweating above the obvious deranged
Custom to hold cater and love
Wishful innocence white as a dove
Caged, kept hidden from view
As if anyone really knew
Thoughts of commotions gone afar
When reality cant define where you are
Roses with screams with silence to prick
Bleeding with decaying petals my flower that’s sick
Poison's seduction perhaps simply for denial
When all is lost exactly what is worth while