Let me wrap my arms around your broken torso,
hold together the fragmented pieces of your soul,
breath in the toxins of your mind.
Transfer me all your pain,
all the torment of your mind,
all the aching of your body,
and the cancer of your soul.
For I'd rather live an eternity in agony,
broken, writhing and dying,
than watch the ones I love
live in pain
YOU ARE READING
A world unlike your own
PoetryNot poetry, just words. My world is different to yours. Here's a slither of it. Come find me Best rankings: #1 in Poembook #1 in Therapeutic #3 in Thoughts #29 in Poetry
