Burning my tounge
In a can
Has betrayed me
So I ate him.
And he burnt me some more
And all I can taste now
Is the lasting burn
my friend left behind.
Unable to taste
What was there.
Based on a true story!
Well, spet the eating him part, that is if your taking the poem litterly...
First time posting poetry here, and I sortof came up with this spur of the moment.
Yes, I have really burnt my tounge from soup recently.
Yes, A friend has 'burnt' me recently.
Yes, That friend is no longer there.
That's all I need to say. For now...
Cause I'm angry... but not really. Cause I don't exactly seem to get 'Angry' anymore...
EDIT: This is based off of current events that happened to me today.
Edited by Neuralinput, 18 January 2005 - 07:29 PM.