(My anticipated[?] poem that I've been contemplating for two weeks and procrastinating for four days - I cannot wait until college starts. Yes, my sarcasm hand is raised, thanks for asking!!)
Twisting, twirling on your web-
you've sewn a game built on sweet nothings.
You always knew exactly what to tell me;
your cobweb lies just held me spinning.
Roasting, burning on a pyre-
a roaring massacre in a grandeur style.
I always knew you'd be my end--
You gave me life when I was dead,
Dead to the thought of true love's kiss.
I gave you the best I had,
a kiss of death born of friendly fire.
Champagne kisses fresh on my lips,
adorned in my blood stained blouse;
The metallic chrome taste stains my mouth.
I'm sorry it had to be this way, Iago.
(made by me!!)
this is really good! this is why i like when you post poems, they are usually really good! is it about Othello?
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