Jest Poem by Crimson Love

Jest



The venom pitted words,
you happily, bit upon my heart,
have smiled,
as I shed tears,
and you feast upon,
the emptiness of what I gladly gave.

I gave you everything,
because that's what I made you.

'Love a fools game,
sadly I'm a hopeless jester.'

Monday, March 26, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: emptiness,hopeless
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