TruismA Poem by NightsShadeHow deep does my anger go?
So deep, that's it's engraved in my heart, Intertwined in my veins And supplement to my pain. It acts like a fuel that Feeds an unsatisfiable hunger And keeps my head clear. This anger supplies me With an everlasting Fountain of Youth So that my revenge may be dealt. Now, my intentions may be deluded But the only thing I have Is this strong driving force. So I reach forward, Because you must feel my hurt, See this stoic expression, And hear my silence. Though, I warn you, I won't exact my anger in a traditional manner. I'll smother you with kindness, And when you begin to rely on me, I'll unravel that metaphorical rug Lying beneath your feet And spin your future. I'll cut the string of Fate. Only then, will I forgive myself. You've hunted me and captured Something weaker than yourself, But from weakest one finds strength. There's a shard of it in everyone. You have supplied me with The means to steal my happiness. So, I hope you don't misunderstand me. My threats are never petty or empty. My time with you, undoubtedly, has taught me That sacrifice is superficial. I won't give up on you. © 2011 NightsShadeAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 2, 2011 Last Updated on September 2, 2011 AuthorNightsShadeSecrets,..., WIAboutI'm a simple person, with simple thoughts and ideas. Don't mind my simple mindedness too much. Note: I give honest reviews, not pointless fluff. Don't feel as if I'm taking a stab at your charact.. more..Writing
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