Talking behind their back
bitterness their only track
of stories they have no lack
truth or fiction they don't care
challenge them if you dare
seeping poison from their pores
now they'll only hear my snores
as my silent derision roars
pity them their shallow lives
placing in backs their knives
Jan 07, 2013
Gossip
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
glad u like i'll try and work
glad u like i'll try and work on it thanks a mil x
Sueb
A sweet piece about those nasties, would have loved the theme to be expanded and stanzas brought in for breathing holes lol,
Look forward to your next writes,
Yours Ian.T
thanks Ian t glad u enjoyed
thanks Ian t glad u enjoyed all the best sueb x
Sueb
At least you are up and about at this time, here it is 6 minutes past midnight, so I shall off to my bed, thanks for replying to my comment.
I have two quickly written bits on tonight hope you can have a look at them,
Yours as always, Ian.T
will do going to bed myself
will do going to bed myself soon should b there already lol x