Thursday, May 15, 2014

You'll Pay...

I am so much more than a 
shy, tongue-tied, closet poet. 
That wears black like goths 
and can light up a gloomy 
day with just a smile. 
My miracles are no less 
Godly than the next man, 
so if you try to treat me like 
dirt on your shoulder expect 
a magazine of poems to be 
written about you; 
the kind used to 
feed rifles during war. 
Because thats what happens 
when you try belittling someone 
that has the tongue of a sword 
and the heart of a sniper. 


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