I'm finished
Done
I've wiped the dirt
From my hands
I've shaken the dust
From my feet
If I can forgive
I can most
Definitely forget
We are just all little
Stitches and sews
Keeping together the
Fabric of Life
I spend most of my time wondering
Why I haven't pulled your stitch
And burned it away
I feel like you
Reveled in watching me love you
I can't take that
It bruises my heart purple
And I can't find myself
Wanting to care for someone
Who finds his solace
In whatever direction
His dick stands
So I would rather
Go to back to the lack
Of light in my life
Than for you to be there
And burn me every time
I try to kindle you
Consider Youself Forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem