Saracasm Sarcophagus Poem by Blanche Hardin
Saracasm Sarcophagus
I Consume Your Love,
I Swallowed It Whole.
I Survive Off Of Lies,
And Your Dying Soul.
Showing Pitty For The Living,
And Mourning For The Dead.
Your Trust Runs Deep In My Heart,
But The Pain That Follows Runs Deep Within My Head.
You Gave Me A False Notation,
And You Put Me Under The Wrong Impression.
Your Meaningless Love Runs Deep In My Skin,
And It Sank Into A Deep Depression.
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