Tempted to devour the lily,
With its purity still clinging on to it.
Made the very part of me stop from pursuing more.
My lily is no more,
Since the truth reveal itself as a rose.
I fell into the pond, and
Although, I got to my feet,
Still it feels like I was in the pond.
Cover myself with Mud and Pus.
The very feeling of the pond,
Feels good against my skin.
Keeps me under the water,
Yet I still feel the water feels better warm then cold.
