My New Sin - Poem by Born Frustrated
Sitting alone upon my bed
i think ab my new sin...
i wonder how she can feel this way?
yet i think im starting to feel the same..
I know my sin
I think about the touch of her soft skin
and my fingers running over her slowly fading scars...
who knows when they will return but i know she's tring for me...
She says she thinks she loves me
and this allows me to see
my heart slowly coming alive, once again
and when i read her words
i begin to feel my pulse slowly start as it once did...
i think i love my new sin....
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