[ typed on a school computer ]
he gave me a A, telling
me how beauteous the
poem was. oh, the irony.
he told me he loved the
poem. he said that it made
him smile. i bled to write
that poem. oh, the irony.
he smiled when he handed
the poem back to me - a poem
that was stained with crimson
drops and dismal tears. oh,
the irony.
isn't it just ironic one can be
so satiated with something
so dispiriting?
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| koimizu |
Poetry(n.) tears of love sometimes, you fall in love with someone you can never be with. sometimes, you shed your tears for someone who will never care. #201 in poetry (7/10/15)
