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
is when
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....
Ms.Murder
Born Frustrated
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-new-sin/
