I don't know what it is that you said,
That caused me to quake so,
But I do know
That you cannot be forgiven,
Will not be forgiven,
Until I have guilted myself
As to not exist
In oblivion.
YOU ARE READING
Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoetryI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
