because of you;
because of you I'm hurt
with blood on your hands
your words cut deeper than a knife
because of you I'm blind
sitting in the dark
yet I wait for light
because of you I'm alone
waiting in the cold, waiting for the warmth of love
I'm waiting for beloved
because of you I write
telling your wicked ways
so that my story can be told
YOU ARE READING
Original Sin
PoetryThe trust is gone. The love is gone. Will the mysterious poet kill her lover Or live with seconds to spare
