(This is a poem written way back about a guy who actually dumped me on my birthday because he didn't feel I was a "good enough" Christian.)
There's things I know about you You don't want me to see
So how dare you even go
And point a finger at me
You say you're a Christian
And you don't want to burn
So you just point out my faults
Like there's something you can earn
Sure I puff on cigarettes
I curse and sometimes lie
And if a blunt is passed to me
I never pass it by
So I don't live a pure life
But you do bad things too
I would never use those things
To keep away from you
God knows what I'm doing
He sees it everyday
And He talks to me about it
Everytime I pray
And He's not mad at me
Because Jesus is my friend
And he was nailed upon a cross
To pay God for my sins
God isn't out to get me
I don't know if you knew
I only have one judge right now
And that judge isn't you
-K.S.
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BROKEN- MY POETRY COLLECTION
PoetryThis is a collection of some of the poems I've written over the years, even as far back as 20+ years. So they're is plenty of teen angst, stepping into the world, death, love, and heartbreak. I hope you enjoy! PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT...
