I'll feed you
homemade mashed potatoes,
one spoonful at a time
until you say
you feel the comforts
of home.

I'll read you
gorgeous

[Innocence Condemned]

12:00 o clock is the start but the way it will end,

my sorrowful condolences for the innocent condemned,

Knowing I'm wrong
for all I've done
I'm feeding my guilt once more

Knowing I've lied
and made you cry
My guilt devours my own

GUILT

You think I don't feel it

Your wrong I'm a ruined mess .....

Yet I can't come forward

I can't deal with the consequence.....