You always thought me to be quiet
A wind-wise floating dragonfly
Inside of me there's midnight fury
That spreads flames across the sky
I was kindly unspoken
You thought ignorance is bliss
Now,as I whisper in your ear
I mark my acute words with teeth
I spit out my frustration
Like the poison's spat by snake
As from your jaw and down your neck
My sharpened nails I slowly rake
You smirk, so smug, and pull me closer
And bend down for a kiss
I slap you hard across your face
Oh look, your smile just went amiss
Just yesterday I let you trash my heart
And stomp on it, and almost kill me
Today I thrive on turning tables
Oh my! Who knew I had it in me
Who knew
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2010
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I love this kind of aggression:)very emotional and honest. Go on like that!
Ирина Нерпас 21.10.2010 11:38 • Заявить о нарушении
Ирина Нерпас 21.10.2010 11:38 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks) It's a poem with a smirk, if you know what I mean)
FM
Марина Фордвэкс 21.10.2010 20:00 Заявить о нарушении
FM
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