I feel as though I know that if I sin in the
Rain.
My wrongs will be washed
Away.
That my sins will be long
Gone.
And my head is a
black hole.
'Cause that hole in my heart will be washed
Away.
With what I think
Love is.
And this letter to my mother is
Leaving me.
Wondering if my sins will be cleansed with the pain left by the
Rain.
Like the hole in my
Head.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
