But Revenge is so Much Better [revised]
You take the pain,
And swallow your pride,
Along with every pill they've ever prescribed,
They talk as if you're too far gone to hear it,
Words stab as if you're too numb to feel it,
Bite back your tongue,
Because there's no need to run,
You won't even need the bat,
Just sit back and know that,
You're fun hasn't yet begun,
But that time is soon to come
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Perfect People | 1 | 04/17/2011 |
| I Like You Enough | 0 | 03/15/2011 |
| Ruthless | 1 | 01/10/2011 |
| Your Turn | 1 | 12/15/2010 |
| But Revenge is so Much Better [revised] | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
| Your Fate Now | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
| Duct Tape And Gasoline | 1 | 12/04/2010 |
| Lifeless Alexander | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
| Breakdown | 1 | 12/04/2010 |
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