A Word to Ms. Elizabeth Bloomwood

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem is for every person who was cheated by the ones they thought they loved.

A Word to Ms. Elizabeth Bloomwood

 

Ms. Elizabeth, you are but a despicable, vile wench you are!

Your mouth is but a snare, your fingers are but of gold

from my pockets.

You harlot you! Your bright blue eyes 

covet the riches that you have touched with

your dreaded fingers, the same fingers that stroked

my cheek, and made putrid of my skin.

How dare you play games of trickery, your deceitful 

tongue has led me to your sweet words that spoke

tales of our love.

Alas, I am blind, I bite my tongue till it bleeds you

quivering snake!

I regret the day

my eyes were open as you passed the cherry orchard.

I regret the day

I spoke against your ear, for lies came into mine.

I regret the day

I was a fish to your strawberry lips.

Oh Elizabeth, you are a wretched soul you are!

May your days be lonesome, your hands be guilty, and your

lips be sewn.

 


Submitted: April 05, 2012

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