To Little To Late
Your vicious conning words
Still again whittle your way in
Their deaf ears unable to hear
The betrayal call you scream in their faces
They are all aware to the wipers I share
The tears you cry don’t fool me
I could cry the same tears
But they blind the unwilled mother
That you leaned your vicious ways from
Who wants to see the good
But I know better
You’re lies only bend the week
But no words come to me
Out of your slug slimed mouth
For you know I wont bye the ticket
If I don’t want to see the show
No don’t go talk to him
I’ll end your pointless life
Could you imagine what he could be if it wasn’t for your ways
No you cant you have no education
None
You are nothing
Will be nothing and can be nothing
More then my druggie sister that I don’t admit having
Shut up I don’t want to hear any more of the
Spoon feed poisoned lies
The heart gouging promises
That you will try to cover up with that pretty little innocent smile of yours
That this time it’s going to be different
That you’re getting help
Or even that you love me
You don’t and your not
You love the money that comes with it
They tell me to learn how to
Forgive and forget
Well I will forgive you
But it will take time a lot of time
The devil has stole my sister and still has her
For eight years he as had her
Time is of the heart
You tell me that you love me
Thanks sis but its eight years to late
To little to late
So just go away
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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