Thoughts
Lustful thoughts in my head.
Bang, bang, bang.
Here they come again.
Rapping on my door again.
Should I let them in?
Yes?
No?
Yes?
NO?
MAKE UP YOUR MIND BEFORE YOU BLOW!
The visions you gave me
were a blast
but the guilt I feel shouldn't last.
I can't pray without thinking of you.
You have stolen my nights,
you have stolen my days.
You have made my mind a slave,
and I will never be the same.
I am done,
with your lies.
I am done,
with your games.
I am done,
with the guilt.
The guilt that you gave.
You are not welcome here,
and I will never be the same.
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