the wilting flowers of his loves once tale
Where she left the taste of a kiss now stale.
He loved and he loved till he could no longer
Because now the hate is growing stronger
She left and she left till he would not let her
Because the pain that she caused was still to fester
He sent her to a loves doomed fate
By giving her three shots of cyanide straight
He watched her wilt like the flowers of his loves once tale.
Where she left the taste of a kiss now stale.
YOU ARE READING
From the Depth of my Subconcious
PoetryTHE HIDDEN PART OF MY MINDS QUERY AND MAKE UP. THIS IS MY WHOLE SELF, THE PART OF ME THAT I HOLD DEAR. THE WORDS, THE POEMS, THE STORIES, THESE, ARE THE REFLECTIONS OF MY IMAGINATION.
