To you: my enemy,
are you happy?
happy that youve made my life
a living hell.
if looks could kill
i would have died 100 times by now.
but my looks wouldnt kill you.
youd stay alive
just to spite me and laugh in my face.
you think its over?
you think youve won?
the war rages on
a battle of wits and wills.
i see you now
passing by.
the fire of hate burns
in our eyes, our hearts, our souls.
i hope youre happy now...
im about to make your life a living hell.














Comments
You seem to have a thing for the phrase "passing by" and the concept of eyes displaying emotion. I see that in a number of your poems.
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The world is a stage. Much thanks to the casting director!
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Love like Winter
and i never noticed the 'passing by' thing. i think you know more about my work then i do! i really should keep an eye out for patterns in my work!
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Love like Winter
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All this pain is an illusion...
Reaching up and reachng out I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me
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Love like Winter
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All this pain is an illusion...
Reaching up and reachng out I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me
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Love like Winter
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