That Glitters Poem by Adeosun Olamide

That Glitters



Each passing day,
A bit my soul breaks away
The honey of sin cuddles heart
I run, and my desires follow
To lust condemned
I want all that glitters
I don’t care it’s not gold
And all that glitters I had
Even one that blinds

Thursday, February 26, 2015
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