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I lie in bed every night,
The guilt seeps into my dreams,
Someday they'll catch you,
And I'll be waiting,
Gripping smoldering justice,
Like a loaded gun.
I'm eternally conflicted,
I was warned about stranger danger.
Strange equals bad
Bad equals evil
Evil equals torment
Torment to whatever fucks people up;
To the point that they need to be silenced
I am from an old house, built by the bare hands of my grandparents.
I am from craft stores, running in and out right before it closes.
I am from bracelets, a colorful way to express myself.
Betrayal is indeed a bitter pill to swallow
one I never thought I'd have to taste
shows my naivety
betrayal never crossed my mind
so I never thought of it in others
now I ache deep in my heart
in a room where darkness is like a thick mist in the air
i slowly slip off his shirt
i caress the smooth skin on his chest
his neck
my lips lock his as he unzips my jeans
Line after line
words become forced
to pass the time
eyes diolated with dumb ideas
brain malfuction
it starts to feel steamed
Not rhyming is harder than it seemed
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