Don't look at me that way,
As if it were my fault.
Don't blame me,
Because your hearts a vault.
It surely was not my fault.
You shut the door and bolted it tight.
I never saw you after that night.
But I still feel your eyes squinted tight.
Because of that vault, after that night.
-Leo
YOU ARE READING
Diary Of A Poet
PoesiaYou must understand what this has become. This has become the diary of one. One poor soul mixed with society grasping for the help of writing.
