hate festers up in side of me
i've no longer got control
through all of the feeding
and all the practice
you stand no chance
i won't comme after you though
that's spiteful and vindicttive
instead i'll wait in silence
in hope it'll eat you up inside
YOU ARE READING
Poems Never Told
PoetryMy poems aren't perfect, but at times i just feel like spurting out some words on paper. But so no one sees them, i put them on here instead..
