I keep my feelings stored.
working on myself is a filthy chore.
I keep my truths hidden.
but who am I kidding?
you put me in timeout
now our love is forbidden.
I placed my ***** laundry,
with your pure linen.
Now you hate me,
will I ever be forgiven?
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC