My hands are covered in dripping red,
I stare at the pieces left of you.
My heart breaks and I can't believe that I did this to you.
As time passes, your mask turns hard, bitter and nothing like the one I loved.
Your once perfect aura is marred and incomplete.
When I look back at your broken shards, I remember that fateful night.
It comes back in flashes and blurred memories, and I know that though the memories will return,
You never will.
Goodbye,
My pizza.
Goodbye.
---------------------------------------------© 2014 lose_your_mind----------------------
Hey chicken nuggets so this collection of poem attempts started out as a joke, which is why this first poem appears quite interesting, to say the least. Although I had spent about three minutes on this, I have grown quite fond of it over the past eight months, so I shall keep it up. I cannot assure you that you will enjoy my "poetry" if you read on, but I can assure you that my affinity for pizza, though still strong, will no longer surface within my writing. Good day.
-January 14th, 2015
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Craving Love
Poetry→ it's been occurring to me, that you can't burn the devil. ← ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Please don't take any of my work. All poems belong to me, unless stated otherwise. :)*
