Passion

Through my tears
I see your tears
drop
drip
by drip.
harsh breaths taken
in vain to contain
the beast within.
Your manhood 
claimed by unrequited desires.
Or... 
is your passion
more aligned
with the chosen one
condemned by righteousness?
Let me wear your crown of glory...
or is it shame?
Or must I fall and wither, 
shriveled to nothingness.

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Simone

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