I've been mad at you all day,
A boiling in my heart that is now a steam.
It's effecting all of me.
Searing holes in my heart and my skin
Yet I cannot let it out.
It might burn you.
It could burn everyone.
This gives a whole new twist to the phrase:
"Blowing off some steam"
I know I shouldn't have but I've let the sun set on my fury but I did and now the only ones to hear me out are this paper and this pen. The room is getting warmer and warmer as the friction meets my page but it's the only thing that makes it seem feasible. God has given me many things but the thing I wish for most is a backbone of my own.
2 comments:
Listen, just kus you call my business the moldovan soap thing dosent mean I"m upset with you. I know its a really rude thing to do. Kinda like me dissing on... wait what is it that you do again? yeah well, whatever it is that you do.
What I"m really trying to say is don't be so hard on your self. Its only my means of making a living that your putting a bad name on. :)
There is an old moldovan saying that goes something like this. "There always a little bit of truth behind every joke."
I guess this ones on you.
cum tu ai foarte rau cap?
How'd you know?!
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