Picture courtesy of mindtherapycentre.com
She looked in today
to see if all was well
But nasty words
was all she found
What is the point
in being like this
Saying awful words
you she shan’t miss
She doesn’t understand
cruelty in what you say
Probably you’ve just
had an awful day
Water off a ducks back
it is to she
Because people like you
shall never be truly free
Your back-stabbing ways
are childish games
Forever will you be
sadly the same
Feel free to try again
and she’ll not deign a reply
Your words of jealous hate
took wings to hell, did fly
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Nov 4, 2013
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