Thursday, August 14, 2008
Appearance Vs Reality
You who look so fair from far,
are naught but vicious thought and barbed wires.
I thought you were an angel,
But I guess i thought wrong.
Perchance you have some innocence,
an' I,
a thought-less soul.
Shiny, far off.
Dark, grim, base,
Up close.
Stay far away and taint me not.
For thou art shallow,
Deep down.
I don't like everything. I was happy, you had to spoil it. Too bad. For you.
And Enid Blyton is a racist.
Labels: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
loved on 9:09 PM
