Sinners and Saints

Sinners and Saints

A Poem by Xander West

Sinner and Saints

Every sinner has a past,
Every saint has a future,
Innocence could never last,
Not every love is pure,

Heart aches heal ever so slow,
Tears held back never will hold,
Evert broken dam one day will flow,
But sins of a saint are never told,

Even the darkest of winter's nights,
Has a beauty waiting to be held,
A sinnner in love hidden out of sight,
With sorrows waiting to compelled,

Every sinner has a past,
Every saint has a future,
Innocence could never last,
Not every love is pure,

Every sinner has a past,
Every saint has a future,
The best hold steadfast,
Even when all is unsure,

Some sins are never forgiven,
Acts of kindness easily forgotten,
True beauty could never be written,
Like the beauty of a dying blossom,

Some souls bear eternal stains,
Hearts lighten with each smile,
We hold on to the sorrow and pain,
As we search for love all the while.

Every sinner has a past,
Every saint has a future,
Innocence could never last,
Not every love is pure,

Every sinner has a past,
Every saint has a future,
The best hold steadfast,
Even when all is unsure,

© 2018 Xander West


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For a guy playing off his military experience you seem to lack an attention to detail even the most lowly of privates would overcome. It took you 8 lines to f**k s**t up...

If I were to guess... stolen valor.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Xander West

3 Years Ago

Actually, I think it was seven lines before my first typo. Then again, I write from a creative mind.. read more

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Xander West
Xander West

Suffolk, United Kingdom



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I lost my passion to write for several years, better yet, I ignored my passion to write for several years. I am only once again touching my surface. more..

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