Source: We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

Holy Sins…

Standing under the
sacred altar of 
my shower
Attempting to wash
away my sins
 
Your finger prints
show in the foam…
Rising where I 
was touched 
and abused
 
Taken advantage of…
Lied to…
Always thinking
you Cared…
 
There is not 
enough holy water
in this fount
to wash me clean
 
I will 
NEVER
be the same
 
© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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