Anger; You're wrath makes me want to do the most unspeakable things like cry while throwing things and then bring sudden death to someone whom I wish no harm to because I am not that type of person. I am not a corrupted soul that wants revenge and my God up above knows this as I pray to him every night before bed, hands clasped tightly and head bowed in the deepest wills of agony thinking that I might do a sinful act only the walls can see...
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PoetryDelicate flowers as the wind flows through them what makes your petals fall or fly high darling come and caress me as your scent does, heart on fire I might die peacefully with a satisfied smile on my face tenderly kiss me before my spirit reaches t...
