Random Poems

SCARed

I wAs So ScArEd.

Of HuRtInG hIm WiTh JuSt My BaRe HaNdS

hIs LoOk Of HeLpLeSsNeSs ScArS mE

tHe FaCt ThAt I wAs ThE oNe WhO cAuSeD hIm ThE pAiN

hUrTs Me ThE mOsT

i WaS sO ScArEd

THaT i HaD hUrT hIm

I HeArD hIm FaInTlY sAy "I'm choking"

I lEt Go

BuT iT's ToO LaTe

ThE dAmAgE hAs BeEn DoNe

I'm So ScArEd

Of HuRtIng ThE oNeS I LoVe.