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Unspoken Words


They say Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn But, clearly they haven't seen my side where you left your thorn. Back then, anger never breathe between us, But now rage and resentment beat down on my door and say "It's just us." Bound by what I thought was real, I didn't speak out. Thought you were my real friend, my homie, no doubt We would spend our time talkin' and jokin' and laughin', But then something happened. Your jokes, stopped being funny. Your name, disappeared from my phone screen. I started lookin at our friendship from the outside instead of within, And all that I saw was poison. Your words about others were arsenic And your two-faced character was toxic. Between us, there could be no chemistry For eventually your nature waged war against me. Seriously, you declared me your enemy, When all the while it was you Mr. Wolf dressed in sheep clothing. I spent months tryna psychoanalize The reason for your constant lies But my theories were never black and white; my, Understanding always led me to areas of gray. So then I turned to God and all I could do was pray. Pray that He would help verbalize The words that I had always internalized Due to fear of ending we. But truth be told, I was silently hurting me. But my story doesn't end there so fix your jaw agaped. For I serve a God that never leaves nor forsakes. Your thorn, no longer remains in my side and No longer will my heart be a place for bitterness to reside. Please, hear me when I tell you this, You were not the only culprit in our game of deceitfulness. And for that, I do apologize sincerely and true And whether you accept it or not, know that I have forgiven you.
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