Sophia

Thu, 02/12/2015 - 09:45 -- Legit0o

God

We cry out to you

With scorching pants

Our crops of passion

Demand satisfaction

Enchanting sight

In chants we cry

"Juliet will never surpass

The fate you store

The fate we adore

You're the apple to my core

The ocean to my shore

The carpet to my floor

The knob to closed doors"

Sophia

Accept our sacrifice

Devour our hearts

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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