Offense
sambridhi
( I try healing calluses under calm of midnight, Right where peace make happiest of faces, But I'm obsessively thoughtful of contradictions. ) ---------------------------------------- Oh divinity, how's undoing love not an offence? Oh lord, why do fabrics of people's hearts differ? What madness had it been! What impurity had I contained? Would you ever endorse me and my truth against his case? Would he actually ever identify with the insanity? How couldn't he have tasted truth in my mouth? When stars brusted into dust that night., Had me aflame, hurtly numb for awhile now, I had sacred of emotions, Now I have scariest of grudges. Oh divinity, how's unknowing love not an offence? I'm too young to be capable to forgive such irreligion. Oh divinity, how haven't they been offences?
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