I don't care what you believe
Believe isn't longer my thing,when it comes to you,why?
Cause it's a mutual feeling
Your facade is intriguing
All I do is laugh hard
Not because your funny
But because your pathetic
Your talk pisses me off
You flood words into my ears
But it evaporates easily
You feel your a genuise,a geek
But you aren't so
When I get started
You would not
Believe it
You will feel it
to believe it
You shed crocodile tears
Cry on
I've cried before
and you know it
You've said things
that hurts
yet you want to be treated like a saint
You've done your part
And I've cried to it
I was down
You never cared
My spirit was crushed
I couldn't come out well
I only painstakingly
Came out with elapses
I lost who I was
Because of you
Don't you bother
Cause pretty soon
I would come against you like a wounded lion
My voice would rumble with anger
My sting would be to you like stings from medusa's
My strike would be as that of Zeus
Then you will weep.
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His Kind Of Love
Poetry"He said he loved me, more than his mama" A collection of poems comprising of betrayals of innocence, confusion and introspection.
