vile, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.
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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.
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Posted: 2008-12-09 00:11:38 UTC |
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