Wednesday, March 17, 2004

A Girl Scorned

Remorse was building
Ready to shout blame
Through my lips
Screaming
Anger was hovering
Poised to shoot arrows
Through my eyes
Scheming
Hatred was abound
Pulsating itself
Through my veins
Conniving
Madness was flared
About to overtake
Through my entirety
Threatening

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