55 Words: Poisoned Wine
Was laced into
The first glass of sweet wine you offered me
Since then even water tastes like fire
From betrayal is born vindictiveness
And for those of us who never forget
It is akin to the demon child born of a mortal womb
You will always be the poison in my sweet wine
There was no reason to stop drinking me – you would have always been drunk.
Too bad the hangover lasts forever.
The headache, the nausea, the loss of being drunk,
All should remind you of the folly, of having nothing left.
The poison starts reacting only when you stopped.
No fun revealing it earlier, my “dear”.
you are the best!!!!
@ apasserby: Poison or not, you will always be dear.
@ Mehrin: :-p Really? Thengyu, thengyu!
@ideasmith: I don’t want to drink water from the bottle I got drunk. “Dear to me” is water.
@ Ashish: 🙂 Thank you.
@ apasserby: Water is the manna, the panacea to all evils, the ultimate anti-poison…but also the chief ingredient in it.
i really love this can you please tell me who wrote this i need to know asap 😛
plz check your email its too long to write it here
@ sage: I’ve written back to you.
@ Ms Taggart: Thengyu. 🙂
ME AND MY FRIEND ARE WRITING A BOOK AND WE WERE WONDERING IF WE COULD USE IT? IT WONT GET PUBLISHED WE ARE ONLU 13 =] ALSO WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?
@ sage: Check your email, I’ve replied.