Mar 2021
I'll meet you tomorrow
wearing the bitter sorrow
on my sleeve you can leave
still refusing to believe
I'm sorry for my betrayal.
I die inside my confessional.
wearing the bitter sorrow
on my sleeve you can leave
still refusing to believe
I'm sorry for my betrayal.
I die inside my confessional.
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)
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