Nothing is clear until the tears fall
making way for everything to make sense
Revenge would be sweeter than honeysuckle, but at what cost?
Talking and shutting up are two very different options
neither which are kind
but acid on my tongue would be soft next to the pain
your betrayal has caused.
I have no more words to say, no more looks to give
if you want answers, ask the tears shed when you aren't looking.
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peanut butter i've been a fan of urs for a while but i've been too shy to post...
ReplyDeletei love this poem!!! I love how u compare revenge to honeysuckle. it's such a pretty image for something so biting.
i hope this isn't real! if it is whoever double crossed you has another thing coming.
Hey pb. we should talk about this. its so sad. you ok?
ReplyDeleteI love this poem to. :)
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