Sitting alone upon my bed <br />i think ab my new sin... <br /> <br />i wonder how she can feel this way? <br />yet i think im starting to feel the same.. <br /> <br />I know my sin <br />is when <br />I think about the touch of her soft skin <br /> <br />and my fingers running over her slowly fading scars... <br />who knows when they will return but i know she's tring for me... <br /> <br />She says she thinks she loves me <br />and this allows me to see <br />my heart slowly coming alive, once again <br /> <br />and when i read her words <br />i begin to feel my pulse slowly start as it once did... <br /> <br />i think i love my new sin.... <br />Ms.Murder<br /><br />Born Frustrated<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-new-sin/
