I used to love the smell of YOUr cologne
But even too much of perfume
CHOKEs
YOUr eyes which soothed my parched throat
Now seem to DROWN ME in an ocean of guilt
It seems that my happiness
Is the CAUSE of YOUr MISERY
YOUr sweet whispers ARE now REPLACED By unrelenting threats
your word's are KILLing My lovE
why are they laced WITH POISONed
when your gifts drip of honey
AN read Capitals and italics seperately like a hidden message also some italics are in caps
B
ut if you cant here is the key:
1. Italics
2 I love too much
3 You soothed me
5 My happiness is you
7 Love you honey
2. Capitals
1 You choke.
4 You drown me.
3 I cause you misery.
5 You are replaced.
6 Kill me with poison.
I know it does not make sense but well. When does poetry ever.
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
