Your wicked tongue
It speaks much evilYour pallid face
You give no hope
No strength
Your weakness collidesYou're nothing but a liar
A dirty mouth
And a show offYou give no support
But pride
Your mercy goes to you only
Which shows your hateHate is what you get back
After the back stabs
And the tortures you gaveNow no one cares of your fate
Your trifling
Even if you die
You are now spoken by bane wordsBut yet I forgive your lies
And your back stabs that hurtI forgive your derisiveness
Your bar barbarous
And yet your treachery...
I forgive you
YOU ARE READING
These Words Scream
PoetryHighest Ranking: #12 in Poetry. Mystical Awards Readers Choice Winner in Poetry.