Of all things I own,
All that makes me alone,
And none which belongs to me
All, all except for thee.You looked heaven, all my good.
Your smile ethereal from where I stood.
Ooh and like sin, pulling me to hell,
Saying things I would never tell.Of all things that I possess,
All that makes me a mess,
But none of which are mine,
And somehow you know I am not fine.So you tell me to cling and cry.
To give life a second try.
"I'm here, love, can't you see?
Bare your soul make love to me."Of all the people I thought i loved
Only you've seen my heart ungloved.
You've touched my being, kissed my scars,
Seen my eyes reflect the brightest of stars.See what I have, see what I lack.
Look at me and never look back.
Exorcise my demons, haunt my dreams.
It never really is what, to be, it seems.So save me from me? Condemn me to hell?
But please, keep saying things I could never tell.
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My Anthology
ПоэзияA collection of random poems I'd written at the most random times from the most random inspirations and ideas