October 24th, 2016
No one will ever love you,
for you are a worthless piece of trash.
The love I once had for you
was burned and reduced to ash.
Too broken to be fixed;
that is all you are.
You are no longer a Collectible,
but a burnt out falling star.
All I want is for you to be happy,
but We feed on tears and hate.
You are meant to be forever alone,
never to find a mate.
Love not and die unburdened.
Please do heed my advice.
This is a reason excuse
For covering my heart in ice.
You're so hopeless, dear.
You lack beauty and youth.
You're a weak-hearted fool
that won't accept the truth.
....Maybe we're both fools,
but what I said is certainly true.
There just may be another idiot
that will sincerely love you.
YOU ARE READING
Reaper's Plague
PoetrySince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
