Six

Six months, Six days and six hours
To destroy and devour my power
Your sour, Your ego
Is as tall as the eiffel tower
You couldnt handle my love
You let it die, Just like a flower
Left in the cold
That doesnt make you bold
I told everyone, You are a fake
For goodness sake
You are a vampire!
You ran when I grabbed my garlic and stake

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

:-)
Love the ending

[Michael Opoku-Addo]

Well done Elizabeth for an excellent poem. Don't take this insultingly, but I laughed when I saw the last two lines. Fantastic!