What have you done to me?
Every conscious thought
It's yours,
Every subconscious dream
It's you.
What have you done to me?
When there is everything
There is you,
When there is nothing
There is you.
What have you done to me?
When I think of my life
It's yours,
When I think of my death
It will be yours
Yours to take
Yours to give.
My every breath speaks
My every cell cries
My very essence chants,
Your name.
What have you done to me?
On my knees
My head bowed
My fist on my heart
I take my pledge,
For you;
I am ready to dye myself red
I am ready to bleed my heart
I am ready to give my life,
To you,
I yield my soul.
So what have you done to me
my country,
I am already yours
But so are you mine.
Mine
To live with,
Mine
To die for.
YOU ARE READING
I Feel
PoetryWhen you manange to converse with yourself, you spin a poetry. When you understand how to reflect yourself, you become a poet. Sneak Peek: 'So look into my eyes, And tell me where my soul is Maybe they will betray it to you, Because they no longer d...
