I ate of the forbidden fruit
Since then I ache for more
I pay the price both day and night
And now I understand
I put my finger to the flame
It burnt, I burnt, I pain
My skin is raw
Red melting flesh
It never goes away
Perhaps in time my wounds will heal
Til then
I breathe, I hurt, I pray
That forbidden fruit…. a dream dared to live! Aching for more only says that there is more to live for… I feel the strong energy in that poem, Vonita!
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Thank you for your insight, Erika, also for your previous comment I must still go back and reply 😍
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Haha… don’t worry! Sometimes it is a challenge to catch up… lol! Have a good day, Vonita!
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Have a good night, Erika!
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Thank you, good night 😘
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Very powerful and strong voice here, Vonita. Love this a lot.
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Thank you, Holly. I woke up this morning half awake, started writing and that’s what happened 💕
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Certainly worked out well! 😊
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the great Vonita.
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Thank you 🙂
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You are welcome.
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