SisterOh, dear sister,I’m sorry that you probably have witnessedMy very inappropriate behaviour.I’m sorry I could not take it all back then.Oh, dear sister,Apologies that you have seen the mixtureOf signs. And holy—yes, I did have symptomsWhich they all just decided not to see.And all my hands are in blood;They’re dirty, and they are foodFor all of the devils behind me.And all my instincts so foolish,And no, I’m not good here Enough to see me safeOh, dear sister,I’d love to love the right one man,But if love’s a pure-hearted thing,Why do they judge me then?It’s almost easyTo hope that I will change, that man’s hands’ll change me,But still, I’m not enough to be in heaven.And I don’t really care if I will suffer,And whether I’ll see God or will meet Satan.But truly, I can’t hide it anymore,Because I want to have you as my home.I’m vulnerable to really protest…Either my heart will stop or bump in chest,But honestly, my mind’s ‘bout to explode,Because not ready to face it alone.So, dear sister, won’t see you again,And I don’t think you should be sad or pray,Because I chose you over the Bible or God,And by the time I die, I’ll smile a lot.Call me a bizarre idiot…#поезія#Ніколь_Арден_Фенікс (тґк авторки)