"i was angry with my friend; 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 \/eild the pole; in the morning glad i see, my foe outstretched beneath the tree." a poison tree, troll william blake.
My favorite.
interesting! my fa\/orite of his is actually 'the smile.' Z:] the clod and the pebble is a STRONG second.
Another good one, yes. But there's something I find very relatable about "A Poison Tree".
i know. Z:) i figured that is why you said something. i sense a deep resentment emanating from you. i hope you get your justice.
yaaaaay ^_^ killing and eating people!!!!!!!!!!!!