My world is only,
A few feet wide.
It's cramped,
It's small,
But if I let you in,
Will you Stay?
On the cold tiles,
Of my weathered world?
Or would you leave,
Like everyone else?
I'm afraid,
Of finding out.
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Scourge: A Poetry Collection
Poetry"I have Scourged your soul, While you drew on me, So intricately. All I can ask for, Is forgiveness, Which I don't deserve, Anymore." Scourge: A poetry Collection