Flawed Intimacy
We’re ashamed of the scars shown on our souls,
The transgressions of our lives are disclosed.
A craving for a piece of self-control;
concealment to hide the lies that we told.
We're frightened by the possibility,
of a stranger lying down beside me.
Passionate affection keeps us entwined.
A lasting love, so perfectly divine.
Yet, tragically condemned at the same time.
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