vile, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. Subscribe to rss feed for a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.

Theres a bad taste in my mouth 
from the words i spoke out of wrath

uncontrolled temper, a bi-polar mind
the words i spoke to you so unkind

the vile feeling and acid tang of words unspoken
left you strong and unbroken

meant for pain inflickted upon you
i now feel an ache of known truth

im taken aback at the atrociety
your unphased by words spoken in heated passion

i beg myself dont back down everything just fits
theses words are the apocolypse

these words, are a new begining, the threads arent undone
im sorry i love you is that to much?


apocalypse-Something disclosed, especially something not
previously known or realized, an end to something.
Posted: 2008-12-09 00:11:38 UTC

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