purity.
You tell me the harm of my ways while saying you love me.
You show me the result of your pain while showing you love me.
You tell me your hesitation because of my past while leaning in to love me.
Two sides of a coin can’t be the same i say.
You say Two sides of a coin are still apart of one coin.
You show me my impurities and guilt through my acknowledgement of your purity.
Your pure soul,
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Your pure heart,
Your pure mind,
And i cracked it..
Yet, You show me your scar while saying you love me.
Who am I to claim what i wasn’t mine yet destroyed?
Who am I to claim what i destroyed and repaired itself?
Your pure soul needn’t me i say while you love me.
Thank you for your love as it cleaned my wounds and pain.
But ill never stop being sorry i claim while you love me.
