The Way He Smiled At Me

He knew what he did

We both knew

That he had done 

What he supposedly "didn't even intend to do."

 

But even if he hadnt't meant it

No words of apology ever passed his lips.

 

Because he felt like he didn't need to admit his guilt

Because he didn't feel any.

 

After all, people like him could do the crime

but serve no time

and that's just how it be.

 

But boy-oh-boy will I never forget

the way he smiled at me.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

Comments

CAMO

that was amazing and i am sorry

you can truley feel the emotion through the poem.

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