Because I'm open and un-armed,
I'm susceptible to pain.
Words you speak, they wound me,
And they shower me like rain.
So I raise this white flag,
And surrender to your words.
Open and un-armed,
I love you but it hurts.
YOU ARE READING
Soppy Shit
PoetryI'd call them poems, but they're probably not. Just a few ramblings written over the years.
