Sunbrun

My love for you is like sunburn.

Painful as an opera, itchy as hell.

O, a lesson I have learned,

Love is not a sickness that goes very well.

I lay in bed--waiting for the day;

Planning for the time my revenge will be paid.

And with a smile painted on my face,

I will send you to your cold, heartless, fiery grave.

I’ll sit by your tombstone with fresh, strong skin.

You have carved my soul into the deepest cave.

So the laws of Right and Wrong I will bend,

To replace what once was mine, I take on a sin.

In the dead of night, you will hear me sing:

Witness what you have done to me.

For I am your new King.

Author's Note

Grammar isn't my forte, so tell me if you see a mistake. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

Reviews

[Dawn]

I will say this besides being an intriguing write ..and I having done my own satire on Robbie Burns...loved it more for the title ...I actually have a sunburn and it's beginning to itch..that being said awesome write!

[holic]

Lol. Thanks for the review. I hope you heal from your sunbrun well!

[Dawn]

Nothing a little aloe Vera can't help or ice...lol or a combination of both thanks for that kind response ;)