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Mood:
Vengeful
It's been a year, I thought I've moved on but I have not. I can still feel my broken heart unhealed and every pain within it, unmended. Someday, I'll find you and I'll have my sweet revenge.
I promise I'll make you pay for this broken heart you gave me. I promise...
Finally, it will come someday.
I wish you every pain that you inflicted my heart. A wrath that will never end in your life.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine -
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
William Blake