remember the secrets
of your past
that you shared with me?
take them back, please
remember the pieces
of my soul
that i gave to you?
i need them back, please
YOU ARE READING
21st Century Anxiety
PoetryIn these sonnets are... the tears of strong men crying... the pain of proud mothers weeping... the guile of absent fathers lying... the naivety of a young boy loving... and the voices of a thousand students dying... *ONGOING*
