Posted by jaejoongs-babi
at 12:20 AM on February 23, 2009
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Sonnet of anti-love
Raera
A pinch of envy and jealousy,
With a table spoon of anger.
Pour in a cup of misery,
And let the pot simmer.
Artificial flavoured bitterness,
Blend will with hatred extract.
A blind heart of guiltlessness,
And a taste test is lacked.
Sprinkle in some lonely tears,
With half an ounce of pain.
Suffering which will last for years,
Taste better with cheap Champaign.
We are nothing more than baking pans,
Boiling the debris of all mankind.
Categories: Poetry