Treasure Island

Deci Hernandez

(Marchuary 181987 / Camp Verde Arizona)

Anger Nonetheless


Slow to anger
And quick to anger
Anger nonetheless

You are the thief who has
Robbed me of all my patience
i will flee from your presence
i cannot promise my fists
Will relent

i wish you were a frog
You could change with just a kiss
To brace you will make me toad
i could fill pails with tears

How i loved you
And your love was a trick
A tug of an ear

You didn't know how
You loved me
And only thought of yourself

Your selfish deeds
When i flee do not be quick
To remember me
i was another one of your kicks
Was one of many

Be glad for me
That i don't have you

Slow to anger
And quick to anger
Anger nonetheless

Submitted: Saturday, April 14, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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