Poems from kahall978
I too can be cruel
I can tear you apart with my truth
I could call you names
bitch
slut
whore...
She pushes she pushes she pushes she pushes she
breaks
me
She cannot stop she cannot stop she
will...
I used to love the rain
it feels pure and good and cleansing
like it washes away your sins
the falling feels good
like love
but after a...
you were supposed to be there for me
youpromisedyoupromisedyoupromised
you promised when you conceived me
you promised when you shoved me...