I Forgive You\3 Poem by grim blackhart

Your wicked tongue,
It speeks much evil.

Your pallid face,
You give no hope,
No strength,
Your weakness collides.

Your nothing but a liar,
A dirty-mouth,
And a show-off.

You give no support,
But pride.
Your mercy goes to you only,
Which shows your hate.

Hate is what you get back,
After the back-stabs,
And the tortures you gave.

Now no-one cares of your fate,
Your trifling,
Even if you die,
You are now spoken by bane words.

But yet I forgive your lies,
And your back-stabs that hurt.

I forive your derisiveness,
Your barbarous,
And yet your treachery...
I forgive you.

*dedicated to.. drew..