I spit poison in your face,
like you always did to me.And you,
apologized.Two words,
I'm sorry.Does this make me the monster now?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From The Eye of A Storm
PoetryJust the outpouring of a silent wallflower, trying to speak.
I'm. Sorry.
I spit poison in your face,
like you always did to me.And you,
apologized.Two words,
I'm sorry.Does this make me the monster now?