You being fake
was icing on the cake.
A cake filled with poison.
Frosted with lies and heartbreak.
I thought it would be sweet,
but it was bitter and hard to eat
You being evil
was icing on the cake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unique comparison, it works well! I like it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn