If you wake when I do not
Do you take your shoes and go?
To a place I will not Find you?
A place I do not know?
You can go if you truly wish
It doesn't really matter
For it's your own thin decency
That is pressed the evermore flatter
Did you know He's watching?
My eyes are open as well
We see that my company is beneath you
And that the touch of my skin is Hell
You can go if you wish
I don't really care
Because although you men always leave
He is always there
YOU ARE READING
The Bleeding Pen
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry. I plan on adding a lot to it. I may even add more poetry than stories even. I'm actually adding ALL of my poems to it, but I will post my poems individually at first for a couple of days before I add it to this story gro...
