Honestly,
How stupid can you be?
Going around and barking up the wrong tree?
You're so despicable,
To think we will be compatible.
You're tries of wooing me are in vein,
And you achieved no gain,
Perhaps the aftermath and pain.
So just give in,
For you have no hope of winning.
I am not your prized possession,
Neither am I your obsession.
I will be your demise,
So say your goodbyes.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
