White hot pain, searing me.
Blazing anger, breaking thee.
Bad mannered girl,
Against the world.
Stop my temper,
Or I will suffer.
Feelings always take hold, you know,
Even when you think you've got hold,
Of the situation, you don't.
Kill someone? I can't, I won't.
Stop my rage,
Get me out of this cage.
That was a pretty crap poem... i tried a different angle there... oh well... there's always tommorrow, unless yo die... mmm..
~~~Forest Nymph~~~
6 comments:
its a nice new style!! its cool!! haha! are u okay btw?
yeh... why wouldn't I be? BTW, these poems arent about me or anyone I know...
ha. if u say so. its pretty grim.
who are you?
i am but an individual who happen to pass by this blog. i make rain with one hand and clouds with the other, no star in the omniverse can compare to me. i am who i am.
ur selling what now?
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