An Evil Storm
my thoughts are like dark evil storm clouds
transmitting evil energy throughout my body
longing to hide eternally from the truth
sometimes,though, i kid myself that your lies are only stories made for my entertainment
oh, and entertain you do
with your detrimental and active imagination!
i sit here and try to actually think of you in a good light.....
like when i told you that you should be in politics-
it's a shame to waste your oh so detailed stories on someone unimportant like me
you could probably be famous
just think-you could fabricate such untrue, yet intricate tales to cause destruction on a such a larger wordly scale
and yes, you are so multi-talented
you are a storyteller, articulate speaker, magician, pharmaceutical representative, and most of all-master manipulator
so now, i will toast to you
because you win your game again
i will even give you an award for trying so hard
trying so hard to destroy me
but most of all, i thank you-
for being strong enough to tell you goodbye.
Copyright © Lindsay Beyer | Year Posted 2012
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