Because of what he said Because of what he said I let my hate grow Nourished it with hurt Deep in my heart While outwardly I smiled Fanned the flame with displaced air
Poetry in Motion The clock strikes two, the sky black ink, I’m feeling kinda lonesome. On nights like these, time has no wings- It’s no fun on your ownsome.
Don’t Take This Wrong Don’t take this wrong, but I don’t know, now What I ever saw in you. You disgust, annoy, repulse me. Your name tastes like blood in my mouth.
