You ever heard the saying,
'There's a skeleton in my closet?'
Well, I have one of those.
Its been in there for nine years,
Stalking me as I go.
The skeleton in my closet,
Does not leave me alone.
Day and night he follows me,
Taunting me as I go.
Some days my eyes are bone dry,
Other days I sit and cry.
The skeleton in my closet,
You'd think he'd bugger off.
I thought all was forgiven,
Obviously I was wrong.
Waiting for peace seems forever to come.
I guess I'll be waiting,
Until my time is done.
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Deep Thoughts
PoetryMy poems that I'd like to share. I started writing poems when I was nineteen. Since I was a child, I've always written my thoughts down, as I'm not a verbal person. I never open up about my feelings, unless I have a pen in my hand. I didn't think a...
