A poem For The Accused
even when stars are streaming down my face,
I swear I don't need fixing,
I'm fine how I am
However, I suppose,
your are holding me kidnapped
with your gospel,
that replaced my scripture
And I wanna get free
But I keep choking on my tears
and tripping on your memories
Darling,
Dear,
set them free
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
