You

The size of my words does not really matter. Smugness of your talent makes you smaller. Preaching of God and beauty reaching for new heights. Empty promises of which you can not give sight. No promises given you might say. A promise of friendship was made. Forsaken promise dying long ago. Some how I just couldn’t let it show. Discounted, disregarded along with the trash. Smashed, stomped on as if a worn mat. Nothing more intended than a friend in need. To trivial for a mind of your size indeed! To many small words used for your taste. Context lacking your superior form and grace. Lest ye forget I have known you well. And in knowing you I will see you in Hell! Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 02:36 AM PST   10 • 0 • 1