Your wicked tongue,
It speaks much evil.
Your pallid face,
You give no hope,
No strength,
Your weakness collides.
Your nothing but a lier,
A dirty mouth,
And a show off.
You give no support,
But pride,
Your mercy goes to you only,
Which shows your hate.
Hate is what you get back,
After the backstabs,
And tortures you gave.
Now no one cares of your fate,
Your trifling,
Even if you die,
You are now spoken by evil words.
Yet I forgive your lies,
And your backstabs that hurt,
I forgive your your derisiveness,
Your evil soul.
Also that bliss,
Which hurt me so.
I forgive you now,
And forever more,
One reason I do so...
That's what friends are for.
This is one of my oldest poems I have written, My writing territories have since then, chaged greatly. This was written 11/19/06
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