Peeping TomsA Poem by unspokenguilt
Peeping Toms
Gripping hands, prying eyes, curiosity.
You read my thoughts as I write down tucked inside they can be found.
Private words that are misunderstood.
Read some more you’ll get it good!
Counter to Peeping Toms
My hands they gripped, my eyes they pried, curiosity was me.
I read your words as you wrote down, tucked inside they made me frown.
Fucked up words that made me hurt.
You write some more, I’ll shut you up.
© 2009 unspokenguiltAuthor's Note
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Added on September 8, 2008 Last Updated on February 20, 2009 Author
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