by applecheeks Jan 3, 2008
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
They sit there in their smug arrogant costume that they wear so openly. Passing judgment where judgment is not deserved. Their lies and looks are like poisonous venom, they wait for the perfect attack, and they strike and sink their fangs of untruth, wrath and jealousy into your heart. They play on the enemys playground. They are selfish, prideful and easily inconvenienced. |
I can tell you have a very sweet heart and mind.. :) |