Poison,
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!
great one!!!
@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.
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