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Sarah Cash Poem
Love is a poison that kills the heart and soul,
It forces the heart to yean for it's own death,
Beating faster and faster as the kiss poisons the body.
Love is a snake that coils through our system,
Poisoning every organ,
Crippling the brain,
Love is the Memories.
They cry the poison,
It bleeds from the eyes of the hopeless,
It causes a summersault of pain that churns the stomach.
It's the gauche walk of the drunken lover,
The jealous want of the free life alone with
The one who poisoned you.
Warped thoughts menace those who stand
In your way from the poison addiction.
Dead and scared is the heart,
Black is the soul
When the poison is cleaned from the mind.
Evil is love and, oh, how it hurts
Never does the poison bring peace,
It is our Death.
Our downfall.
Copyright © Sarah Cash | Year Posted 2006
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Sarah Cash Poem
Cupid has shot me with one too many arrows.
My sullen heart has been punctured
Now leaching with pain.
All he tried to do was bring me hope and light,
to pull me from darkness,
to battle my anguish and woe.
His efforts were straining,
and for fleeting moments,
my life was happy
Cupid shot me once more and I fell in love
He was beautiful in my eyes,
the lament dissonance of my wretched heart wrapped around him.
But Cupid's arrow induced our suffering.
He loved me as much as he could bear.
"I'll love you forever" I cry as I weep at his feet, begging for his return.
Cupid shot my love once more in hope of romantic devotion,
instead, we got agony.
With my love's last effort,
He etched "I hate love" with his blood that dripps from these pages.
Down he fell from my arms, and down he fell into the darkness.
My tears will no longer weep from mine eyes...
I've cried to long and hard to cry any more.
My only comfort is gone,
and my only way to cry is to watch my wrists ooze away the pain,
drip by drip.
One last try and Cupid shoots me once more,
and my torn heart shatters into pieces.
I'm cast into the reality of my tenebrous death.
And together we became,
Cupid's accidental homicide
Copyright © Sarah Cash | Year Posted 2006
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Sarah Cash Poem
Here we sit together,
Sipping sharp bubbles flooded in sweet syrup.
He chugs one,
I sip the other.
His head is high,
My heart is low.
He smiles,
I sigh.
He holds me tightly,
I urge to turn away.
He caresses my lips,
I hold him closely.
The smell of his breath,
illegal it seems.
Dilated eyes,
Sees through Death.
He swallows ecstasy,
Sip, by sip.
His body is empty,
Now filled with dizzy.
I love him.
The vessel loves me.
He sits in clouds,
My soul sits grim.
Here we sit together,
Sipping sharp bubbles flooded in sweet syrup.
I am one.
He is the other.
Copyright © Sarah Cash | Year Posted 2008
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