the ugly writers

Chance or Risk

Standing on a thin line of right and wrong Committing a sin that'll bring me to hell Going for a moment that'll reap its consequences To satiate the lust that my body calls for
Broken with Regret

Broken with Regret

I wish I could tell you what a coward you are. I wish I could tell you that you didn't break my heart but you broke my spirit somehow. It's no use pointing fingers I brought this on myself. But I wish you knew.