Friday, October 19, 2012

My Ink stain.

Plain pages of my soul forever tainted by your foul ink. How do I recover myself? I can not erase the stench of your lies. My forgiveness is from pity, and I have the power to say I will, and I can, and I do or do not! Out, spot out! You are the bane of my existence. My ink stain. Lyn Hernandez 10/19/2012

No comments:

Post a Comment