you don't like my words
but you preach yours.
your words are full of frightful hate,
and childish ignorance.
your veins are black just like your distraught style.
and your heart is cold,
just like your fate.
you may think I'm harsh,
you may think I'm incorrect,
but my opinion will still say the same,
just like your indecencies
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
you don't like my words
but you preach yours.
your words are full of frightful hate,
and childish ignorance.
your veins are black just like your distraught style.
and your heart is cold,
just like your fate.
you may think I'm harsh,
you may think I'm incorrect,
but my opinion will still say the same,
just like your indecencies
body of a fifth grader
mindset of a self bruised three year old
