I am not your stressball.
I am not your punching bag.
If I had arrows of fire,
I would bullseye them into your heart
Then you’ll understand the power of words.
Tag: Frustration
BURN
Throw it in the sky,
Let the flames catch it,
Caress it, smoke it,
Let it burn,
Burn with all the pain it’s caused.
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