HELL HATH NO FURYA Poem by XxVampyrCandyXxIm just a dead play to you
You show up at my balcony Scaling the walls and windowsills Balancing on the lies you’ve created There is nothing romantic about this story There’s nothing in the sonnets Of poisoned filled words Your toxic vials are lodged deep within my throat This story wasn’t written because I cared These things just happen Yet, we don’t know the extent of our mistakes I’m just a dead play to you So I reserve the right to alter the ending So it suits my needs of innocence and foolishness I refuse to curl up, drink in your poetry of suicide So if you should Find my dagger in your breast Remember I warned you “Hell Hath No Fury than a Woman Scorned!” © 2009 XxVampyrCandyXx |
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Added on March 29, 2009AuthorXxVampyrCandyXxOrlando, FLAboutWell first things first, My friends call me Mina and Im a pretty easy going individual. I open my mind to new things and ideals. I love to draw, read and write. I can be an impatient person and worst .. more..Writing
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