Vindicta

by SweetEnigma   May 4, 2007


Don't thank me for my lies,
for we both know the truth;
I'll build you up to cut you down,
make my misery your misfortune.
For I can't stand the way you touch her!
...while you watch me across the bar.
Does she know it was you and I?
Vengeful intentions, bottled emotions.

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