I am not forgiving -
I am not to be trifled with -
I am not a fool,
And I am not about to fall
For your watery smiles
As you make yourself the victim
In the aftermath
Of the ****** mess
You made of my head.
Rarely am I ever,
But in this I am innocent,
And I will not stoop to your level,
But neither will I raise you to mine.
I hate you.
And I think I always will;
Because how can I love the bullet
In the guise of a friend
That exposed my thoughts
And my fears
And my worries
To the open air
And its pigeons
For ridicule?
*This was not a two sided thing.
This was a trick coin
That showed your two faces*.
So don't you dare throw forgive and forget in my face,
When a minute ago, you were flinging ****
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
I am not forgiving -
I am not to be trifled with -
I am not a fool,
And I am not about to fall
For your watery smiles
As you make yourself the victim
In the aftermath
Of the ****** mess
You made of my head.
Rarely am I ever,
But in this I am innocent,
And I will not stoop to your level,
But neither will I raise you to mine.
I hate you.
And I think I always will;
Because how can I love the bullet
In the guise of a friend
That exposed my thoughts
And my fears
And my worries
To the open air
And its pigeons
For ridicule?
*This was not a two sided thing.
This was a trick coin
That showed your two faces*.
So don't you dare throw forgive and forget in my face,
When a minute ago, you were flinging ****
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