Come to me,
But then I'll lose myself .
Think of me,
But then I'll have no thoughts left .
Speak well of me ,
But your soul it burns my bones.
Give me your love,
But then how will I love myself?
Give me your time,
But only time is keeping me sane.
Give me warmth,
But it will freeze amidst your sins.
Give me your light,
But it will not find its way through your dark skin,
Let me taint that purity,
But it's time that I finally run away.
Don't you take another step,
I'm NO longer yours to check.
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DEAD FEELINGS
PoetryPenning down the extravaganza of thoughts that waltz in my head each day. Some dead, some alive, some barely breathing, but each one of them complete in it's isolation Some glooming, some blooming, some reflective and true, Some shrouded in shadow...
