Letter to the Anguished
I dislike all the anger when on the edge of dispersing
holding every word, every syllable before I explode.
The tension grows higher than the twin towers; Love is still in my shadow as I forgive and forget,
never revenge and regret on my soul.
never will my heart exceed, overdue, or go yonkers over you
for this injury has made me invincible.
I still feel for you and I cannot fathom why
but hey maybe your life is a lie,
projected from all the words,
all the gossip that your ears touched,
you were gullible enough to believe them.
(What the f**k?)
(Why the f**k am I holding on to high school s**t right?)
I want it over but this is weird,
I get mixed signals (Are we clear?)
But don't provoke me so I could look stupid again,
s**t ain't the same nope I'm newer than I've ever been,
but All i can do is assume
which makes me look like an a**.
So hey f**k it all the anger had to fall
to the script and the wit of my mind has left me content...
but ash and......
(Man, f**k it all.)
......her existence give me hope.... -_-