Preheat the oven of our love
with the spark of excitement
let the fires burn hot with passion
ready to cook the mixture
Add the eggs of your lack of confidence
to the sifted flour of the embarrassment you often caused
mix in well the butter of your culinary ineptitude
and the milk of your inability to clean
Combine the cream of your lies
with the sugar of your backstabbing
pour both mixtures in to the cake tin of your infidelity
bake well in the oven for five years
before placing it on a rack to cool
Unfortunately it was over done
and almost ruined the person I was
the toxins still run through my veins
creating the poison that was our relationship
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
maybe for a title: Over Done!