I know you're about to stab me
But I can't flee.
So kiss me and make it quick;
This unrequited love makes me sick.
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Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
unrequited
I know you're about to stab me
But I can't flee.
So kiss me and make it quick;
This unrequited love makes me sick.
