The urge of anger that immensely surged through me as I mentally calmed myself was almost unbearable. "Its not worth it." I reassured myself......If only he knew what I was capable of doing to him. The ability to hurt him in many ways.....But,I just gritted my teeth.Banishing the demonic thoughts back into the depths of my mind....I simply walked away.......Having power but knowing better than to waste it on him.....Like the painful prick hidden behind rose petals,waiting on an unsuspecting hand to grab it in attempt to admire its beauty.Compared to the blood you see,that rose is not so red after all.
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RandomRandom poems and proses used to vent my emotions and provide motivation....Hope you people enjoy it.
