You can call me guilty,
I have been taming snakes,
Knowing they have poison.
Oh! but my stupid heart
Said they won't bite.
Now I lay on floor,
Crying where it went wrong.
It was wrong from the start,
Why would a snake kiss you
If not to kill you with poison?
YOU ARE READING
Sad poet's mad poetry
PoetryMy eyes don't talk chico So I write poetry in hopes of being heard.
