As he drinks his venom ...

by Ashlee   Nov 5, 2007


When you drink i hope you think of me
as ur lips touch the frail glass,
i hope you see my face,
see my hurt.
look on my sleeve and youll see my heart
see my heart braking
as you lift your glass,
and the venom runs down your throat
see me shatter,
how am i to trust you again?
once the venom goes in, it can be deathly

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ben

    This one is quite dark. I like it though. It is hard to find the right words to say for this poem. It is just really good.

    Good Job, keep smiling. 5/5

    Ben

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