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Your Touch

Your touch,
cuts through me like a knife,
your voice,
to me sounds like screaming

your face,
looks like hell itself,
your hair,
a brown wave of hatred

your eyes
like daggers slicing through my soul
your ears
to hear the words "i hate you"

your mind
where hell unfolds and twists
your clothes
hiding the evil you are

They say that they that hate are sinners
And those who hate you arent always winners,
But let me just make this clear,
never again I want you to appear
For what you did to me, now this is true,
Should inside you slowly be killing you
But no, you still smile with those evil lips,
So if anyone does meet you, I give them these tips,
Stay far away from the evil he projects
For he will lie, and he will forget
He is the root of all evil, From toe to hair
Full of hatred, deceite and despair...

Can you guess who i speak of?
The answer may confuse you
I speak not of the devil,
Although many may choose to

I speak of you you swine, yes you,

He knows I am talking to him.

I do not speak of everyone who may read this,

I speak, just of him.

You left me outside,

All alone in the cold,

In a winter that did not prevail.

But I got over you,

It made me stronger, it did,

And now over the stormy sea's I sail.

Poetry by gemma
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Written on 2006-10-04 at 17:23

Tags Romance Hatred Emotion