So much anger
And pent up pain
You'd think can
Make you strong again
To turn the one you hate
Into a less-than-mental state
Of a fragile mind
Broken twice too many times
**** that and "Shove" this
Are the choice beginnings blis-
tering into the scorch of
The scorned Sir or Miss
Even though a simple
"Go to hell" would suffice.
Them, I speak of now
For they always somehow
Manage to get by
And heal, in due time.
Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 10:26 PM UTC
So much anger
And pent up pain
You'd think can
Make you strong again
To turn the one you hate
Into a less-than-mental state
Of a fragile mind
Broken twice too many times
**** that and "Shove" this
Are the choice beginnings blis-
tering into the scorch of
The scorned Sir or Miss
Even though a simple
"Go to hell" would suffice.
Them, I speak of now
For they always somehow
Manage to get by
And heal, in due time.
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