It Still Hurts

your voice floats through the air,

others praise you for the beautiful melodies you weave.

But I have heard your voice spit venom,

burning,

killing, 

destroying.

And it still hurts.

I see a paper

written in your unmistakeable script,

others love you

for the enchanting stories you can scrawl

in your sleep.

But I have seen your words

saying things

the others

would never

have thought

could come

from

your

hand.

Hateful,

Spiteful,

poisoning

words.

And it still hurts.

Reviews

[SilentVerses]

Resentment born from a hidden truth the mask in your hands trembles and quakes before turning to dust, though as it shatters the pottery cuts your fragile flesh and even in the light of disgust you are sorrowful and bleeding, hidden behind the scandal. Beautiful and brutal the words weave a tale of betrayal and deceitful distaste that in its simplicity becomes divine.

[Jibin]

Yah, that is pretty good work. Why it is that i can relate to it, though i didn't got a little thread to write anything about that.
The first two stanza are the best for me.
Thanks for sharing....
:)

[Canicus]

I like this. It always seems that the most hateful people are the most loved, it never makes any sence to me. good write keep it up.

[stars are far]

♥ very nice keep going :)

[argentum lumen]

The resentment towards this person was clearly vocalized. It tears away the persons fakely pleasant outer layer to reveal an inner evil. Well done.

[Legacy]

Review,

WoW!

I am absorbing your words right now.

All I can say is (do I know this person?), No, really I do feel we can all relate to this write.

Great job on swallowing us within your words, it kept me pondering!

Have a great day,

Legacy

[light and ashes]

This is really fantastic and a joy to read. How well some hide behind the mask but this exposes them for what they are underneath it. Awesome