You can’t change a vindictive heart
Cold, cold heart
Angry, bitter heart
A vindictive heart can’t be changed
Steely eyes
Determined to bring your ruin
No words of wisdom soften their blow
Cold, cold heart
Angry, bitter heart
A vindictive heart can’t be changed
False tongue
Tangled in its lying web
No remorse can be plied from therein
Cold, cold heart
Angry, bitter heart
A vindictive hear can’t be changed
Wrongful cries
Spewing hatred
Cunning meant to rip one apart
A cold, cold heart
No balm for the anger
Walk away, run away
A cold, cold heart
Lies dead in ones hand
Poison for the body
Walk away, run away
Categories: identity, mental health, poetry, Psychology, workplace
psychologistmimi 
There’s no reasoning with anger. It has to pass over.
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Very true. Hope you have a lovely week ahead
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You, too!
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