"accussed" poems
In the heart of the guilt
lies a poison worst than that of a cobra
He stays speechless when accussed
Like a robe tied round his neck
The truth burns down his throat
Like a burning flame down a hole
Causing him an unease feeling
To split out the truth
Thou tries to stick to his lies
But the burning flame burns him harder
Till he let go the truth
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 5:39 AM UTC
When I was thirteen I overheard a conversation
The police were saying how tragic my story was
Due to the toxicity of what I had seen I would never know the difference between pain and love
Out of all the things to remember my mind chose that
I have never been accussed of loving too much
Because to me love is the most excruciating thing a person can feel
I guess he was right
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC