The crime has been committed Repentance is in progression And though condemnation follows My brother's words march through my head "I owe my loyalty to no one" When did I become my brother's sister? I used to be such a lovely child So full of love and an eagerness to give That I gave more than what was mine And here I am now in purple hyacinth's meadow Diving deep into my own sense of misery ... » Continue Reading
I ripped the pages off of my diary I could not afford to keep alive the risk of you knowing my true thoughts. My anger must die within me,with me. An ounce of it must never reach your pure and sacred conscience You are a selfless mystic trapped in this unfulfilling heinous life I am an ungrateful child,never content,full of contempt and overflowing with condemnation for every word spilling out of... » Continue Reading