Disenchanted by Sexuality.

October 23, 2017

Hateful words dance in the air,

tangled within the tension.

No tact,

Or grace with tact,

Or compassion with grace,

Or love with compassion.

Your heart cannot bear the burden of my love.

Yet, with her beside me,

drowning in sweet slumber.

I can still love,

for which I can still forgive.

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