Strangle heart by inconceivable worded massacre,
all effort to tear down what isn't understood between eyes blurred....
such respect to not spurt,
never mind if any shall sting and hurt –
Blind side meaningful love for what you foolishly, mouthy blurt,
redirect silent blame for neglected within own scripted slurs;
There's no air to fuse that poison stung arrow,
spill hatred toward the wind to blow,
I'm one to hardly bow –
Grudges stay sharpen as the day they began to grow,
focusing for the righteous time to show....
Don't mind them simmering slow,
always have heavy stones to throw.
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Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
