I've never said it to you before,
But I hated you.
Remember the time when you shoved me on the wall?
I can hardly keep my smile.
You tore my shirt open, you fed me to your pride.
My soft fists stood no chance against your side.
You broke me,
Over and over,
Day by day,
Blow by blow.
But by and by,
It also broke you.
You were my nightmare.
You were my Lucifer.
But now, you stand in front of me,
Clothed in rags, defeated by pride.
Part of me wanted to smile,
I guess karma is what it is.
Part of me wanted to frown.
Because you are robbed of your peace.
If I ignored your cry,
Would that be considered bullying?
I don't know what to do.
You look pitiful, aren't you?
Guess I'll just give you a bun, and we're even.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
