Daggers

Do kisses always resemble daggers

Sweet but keen

Fleeting and mean

Are words always veils of broken trust

Each glance a ghost

Each touch a lie

I'm finally 23

Life still has me on my knees

A wanderer in shades of dusk

Still lost deep in the arms

Of a broken, sinful human

Do promises always turn to ashes

Warm then cold

Stories left untold

Are smiles always masks of hidden pain

Each laugh a sigh

Each tear a stain

I'm finally 23

Still fighting to breathe with ease

Amid the echoes of my husk

I'm still lost deep in the arms

Of a broken, sinful human

But it's me

I've fallen too deep into defeat

And I'm broken

It's me

I'm that broken, sinful human

But someday I'll be free

Freely forgiven

Freely forgiven

Freely forgiven