I don't deny it- I just
EXPLODED.
I knew that it was my fault; I was
GUILTY.
I buried it deep within my head, it was
SHAMEFULL.
But now, it's back and I'm
HAUNTED.
I walk carefully among spikes,
BREATHLESS.
I tell myself it's okay, but you can't trust a
LIAR.
I stumbled, fell and now I'm
BLEEDING.
God, oh God, I know that I'm a
SINNER,
But I need someone to show me
MERCY.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
