come my ex lover, I'll bake you a cake.
cake of the hearts you've broken,
filling of the poison you've given,
icing of the tears we've shed,
topping of the lies you've said,
box it in a box of broken trust,
wrapped in red ribbon of misplaced lust,
send it to the darkest pits of hell,
where my wish is there you forever dwell.
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A MESS.
Poésiea book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
