Thursday, August 9, 2012


Sweet at first
Now she's bittersweet
As if she quenched my thirst
But takes away my body heat
Colder than body in hearse
Hesitant with cold feet
Her presence a curse
As I pout at her as she seat
Herself on pedestal, she flaunts her purse
Suddenly discrete
With my heart inside of it, then a sudden burst
Realizing she's the death of me before it's last beat
Vowed for better, "I do" made things worse

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