Friday, September 21, 2012

THE DEVILS TONGUE by Ashawn Johnson


I know now my worth... I've seen it on your face the anger, I've heard the hurtful words, when pride stands in the way love is gone.

When you point fingers to blame... It's no more four letter word, of niceness then only abuse to come.

When what's said will break down what took years to start, when easily off your tongue your truth is sparked.

I have a past some light some dark, but I'm not what every one says I am... Are you then the same?

When over and again you have broken me down again, tell me you love me then turn around and hurt me.

Chasing your tail to prove I'm worthless then, when the whole time be missing me as a good man.

When nothing last forever all we are is what's now, with that time you can choose to be how.

How ever you want to be viewed, but the look of a constant victim isn't a good look for you.

When you claim such a strong woman you are, yet use this to belittle and tear apart a wish.

A prayer said to find truth, yet stand in front of what's good for you, constantly said I'm no good for you.

Weaponize your beautiful lips, say you speak the truth of God, but off your tongue spit demonic flames from it?

Cast me out because of selfish doubts, cast those stones because you have done no wrong?

Say you love yet do constant harm, such a wicked game played, when all this time wasted you just never knew who you were.

No one has ever challenged you to... But treat all the same and take no blame, yet off your tongue has always held shame.

Fire in your eyes and I mean the kind from the darkness, not thinking of what your truly burning down.

When you have done no wrong, and your words are heaven sent? Yet you don't repent and say you love mean the wrong.

Say your sorry still with the devils tongue.

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