Poetry Blogs (ex friends)
We sat on the edge of the bridge
Throwing our cigarettes off of it
We always said that we should quit
Before they kill us
But god knows we'd kill eachother first
We've always been so good with loaded words
You threw your last smoke off the bridge
And with the fireball whisky you spit
It ignited with flames that you lit
But I fed your fire
And the devil knows the mistakes you made
Friday 11th January 2019 1:05 am
EYE FOR AN EYE
So tell me, is it because I dared to do what I wasn’t meant to
that you turned against me?
Having feelings for my sworn enemy, doing the thing I was sworn
not to, my love turning me a traitor to my cause,
my religion and all my beliefs?
The way the cards fall are often the strangest hand of all.
To save an enemy from the grave, her grave,
Monday 17th October 2011 10:41 pm