Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Revenge Is Best Served Cold

Love?

What in the world is that?

Just a four lettered word

Trashed and abused

And left in the gutters to rot!


Didn’t I stand by you?

When everyone deserted you?

Spat on you?

Rejected you?


Your memory seems to have dulled.


Perhaps it has become a habit now

To use and throw at will.


Who do you think you are?

Adonis?


How I despise your very existence!


Aren’t you ashamed?

Doesn’t your conscience speak?

Or have you lulled that to sleep as well

With your sweet talks and empty promises?


I pity your arrogance.


I could smack your conceited face and not even flinch.

I could smile at every step of your destruction.


But I will persevere.

Because I know,

Revenge is best served cold.

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